#but they did this first. to cheryl who they know (mean) and not to mr honey the authority figure who bans prom (funny)

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[blueikeproductions]

The Westerberg Principal, an older black gentleman in this universe, just sighs exasperatedly. He has four students in his office: an annoyed and bruised Jason Dean, a confused and nervous Daniel Braverman, and whiny and fussy Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney looking battered and beaten, consoling each other.

Principal: First day and already a fight has broken out. Somebody upstairs must hate me. -rubs temples- It’s days like this that make me wonder WHY I gave up making sexually perversive art with sports equipment. The tennis rackets sold like hot cakes…

Dan: Uh… is this still about us…?

Principal: -snaps out of his thoughts of a project involving baseballs and a lacrosse stick- Oh right…, you idiots. So what was the fight about exactly? A girl I presume? I haven’t seen someone this badly damaged since Heather Chandler savagely beat up Cheryl Rodgers for looking at Terrance Thrash in study hall last year.

-Kurt and Ram just cuddle and console each other, and shoot JD and Dan a nasty look-

Kurt: Yeah that pud whacker Braverman sicced his boyfriend on us for no reason!

Dan: -blushes- What…?

JD: -looks more annoyed and stands up, Kurt and Ram noticeably flinch- That’s not true! I attacked these Neanderthals with no direction from Danny-boy! …And why’s he here anyway? Danny-boy did nothing wrong!

Ram: The hell he did! He called us names! He called us… -shudders- “cosmo-politicians”!

Dan: “Cosmopolitan”, and do you even know what that means? -asking in a non demeaning and sincere way-

Kurt: See! He’s doing it again!

JD: AWRIGHT that’s it! -is ready to lunge at them again, but Dan grabs his arm. Kurt and Ram still back up against the wall like frightened animals-

Dan: Wait, wait! This isn’t Hawkins, Jason!

JD: But-!

Principal: SHADDUP ALL OF YOU! -slams his hands on the table and all four boys stand at attention-

Principal: -slumps in his chair- This is it. This is the year I go back to my true passion. I said the same thing last year and the year before, but I mean it this time… -clears throat and looks at JD and Dan-

Principal: You two started the fight, but likely in self defense because of homophobia or some garbage. Commendable. I can sympathize to a degree as a black man.

JD: I’m NOT gay…

Principal: -snorts- Your defensiveness, especially to this geek, suggests otherwise. -looks at Kurt and Ram-

Principal: And you two. It’s not the first time you were in here for inciting a riot, and I know by the end of the school year it won’t be the last…

-Kurt and Ram look nervous.-

Principal: On the other hand, you two are among our star athletes and you scored the winning touch down in last year’s big game. And because the school board is already breathing down my neck, Kelly and Sweeney are exempt from punishment.

Kurt and Ram: WIZARD!

Dan: Are you serious?

JD: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Principal: My hands are tied. The school board likes winners and that’s these two brain boxes (Kurt and Ram punch it in and do a dorky finger gun pose to each other). While stuff like Quizbowl… simply is not. I’m pretty sure you and Veronica knew that, Braverman, when I cut it last year. And Mr. Dean -gives him a pathetic look over- …Hmm well I don’t know what extra curricular you’d be interested in but I guarantee I cut it.

JD: -clenches fists and snarls, his eyes glow red briefly-

Principal: In any event, Daniel Zeke Braverman here is suspended for the rest of the week. -jots something down on his notes-

Dan: I am?!

-Kurt and Ram look shocked too-

JD: …-looks at Dan- Your middle name is “Zeke”…?

Dan: It was, uh, my gramps’ name…!

JD: Huh. -shakes head, focusing- But why?! Danny-boy is innocent! Don’t suspend him, suspend ME! I’M the one who clobbered those two tackling dummies, not him!

Principal: -looks thoughtful- You’re right, you’re suspended too.

JD: TOO!? But- -snarls again and turns to leave- Ah forget it. C’mon Danny-boy, I know when we’re not wanted. -Dan, defeated, follows-

JD: Oh and since I have nothing to loose. -kicks over the full trash can inside the office and leaves-

Dan: -tries to put the can back up as he leaves-

JD: -from outside- Stop being nice, Danny-boy, and c’mon, those jerks don’t owe you anything.

Dan: Good point. -gets up and leaves, letting the can fall back over-

-Kurt and Ram look at the principal who just groans but doesn’t care that much at the display-

Principal: Why are you two still here. You’re free t’go. Go Rottweilers and such. -writing again-

-Ram turns to go but Kurt hesitates-

Kurt: I, uh, get Po Diddly, but Braverman… technically… didn’t do anything.

Principal: -still writing- A little late to change your tune, Kelly. Besides, guilty by association. No good can come hanging around THAT powder keg. Also need I remind you, this is Ohio. In the south east no less. No one, especially the school board, is going to look… let’s just say “fondly” on those pansies.

-Kurt and Ram gulp and look at each other, gingerly touching hands-

Principal: Now scram, I need to make an important phone call.

Ram: To their parents?

Principal: No, to my old art agent to tell her I’m making a comeback! -is already dialing on his rotary phone-

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#5

My translations

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2 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#4

question:

WHEN does the police find out who did the hit-and-run? I thought it was implied that they knew ever since they found his mom dead, but I'm rewatching to check and since they reveal it later on I guess it's possible that they knew post-funeral? But having the recording and all wouldn't they had found out right away?

Then finding out later would make more sense as to why they don't expect hyungsoo to turn on them, because they wouldn't done the association of 'his mom gets killed out of nowhere and then the gang of this guy he's trying to infiltrate happen to pay for his funeral and those two seem connected' BUT when I watched it yesterday I did took from the scene that they knew from the beginning??? Am I wrong?

also WAIT do the police know that he has told jaeho that he's a cop

I didn't think so but??????

2 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#3

Mona Vanderwaal and Cheryl Blossom for Character Bingo!! ;)

(Mona Vanderwaal my girlll <3 )

it might be bc I interacted with so few people in this fandom but I feel like most content I saw about her fit how I saw her pretty well so <3

Only reason she doesn't get the "they've never done anything wrong in their life" is that I remember some 'the liars should be nicer to her' comments but don't get me wrong I think she's neat and should get to do all the crimes she wants <3 also I'm stretching it with the 'done dirty' but the fact that they kept giving her boyfriends in the show... W h y. There was so many vandermarin, monison and spona (even monaria if they had played mona and mike dating right) material to work with pls.

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3 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

watching korean money heist and comparing it to og money heist under the cut

One of the first things I noticed is how it seems to be a lot more group focused, a lot more group scenes rather than having so much focus on tokyo and having all of them be separate? and how it seems the robbers like each other more as like, friends??? I've seen people say their characters are flatter and I agree but on the upside of that, Berlin is not a creep and Tokyo is a lot more likable so. I do miss og Nairobi and Moscu (and Denver, though korean Denver is very cute) because they were very very charming and rootable whereas I feel less attached to them (the Denver x Moscu dynamic is not hitting as hard for me as well?? it's hard to out-endear Paco Tous). Again, I think it's a mixture of the plot going faster and the downside of having more group scenes, because that means the individual relationships like Moscú and Denver or even the fun silly Nairobi and Mr Torres dynamic suffer :(

I don't know if this is a censorship thing or a choice that they made for this remake but there seems to be a lot less sex scenes or stuff related to sex which on the one hand, Berlin's rapist whole storyline doesn't happen as I mentioned which is nice, and it's less... annoyingly straight in some ways bc of this where in the og it was constant straight horny people (and being a bit homophobic as a joke, I don't the forget nairobi x tokyo dumb scene ) hvjcvhdkjsh BUT it is lessening the chemistry between Mónica and Denver on the downside and I don't know how to feel about korean Arturo just accusing korean Mónica of cheating before they get together? It felt more cathartic to have Mónica and Denver get together and then Arturo see it and seethe over it after what an asshole he'd been to her? (HOWEVER this might happen later, that and my favorite monica x denver scene bc it's on the ending of s1 which they haven't gotten to plotwise yet ! ) tbh korean Arturo is like... too much of a bad guy?? like I think spanish Arturo was a cowardly asshole in a way that felt realistic and you could see him still think he's a good person, but korean Arturo is a full blown super villain who fully gives her up not caring if she gets murdered and immediately thinks she's having sex with the robber and calls her a traitor and later tries to hit her. he doesn't seem like a real person. Another thing I'm very curious about is them dropping the abortion and then pregnancy storyline completely and having korean Mónica not be pregnant at all. I don't know why they changed that?? I guess it's not really important, I was never invested on the baby thing but it's just a strange change.

I'm very intrigued about it being set on a future where North Korea and South Korea have joined and whether they're going to go somewhere with that? because of course the whole Bella Ciao and professor's grandfather thing won't be a thing.

Another upside I forgot is that the ambassador's daughter is very cool and competent? I don't dislike og Allison per se, I think she gets a bit lost in the storyline at some point but I liked her evolution and I liked her scene with Nairobi, but it's interesting that this one is so competent and hasn't gotten in trouble at all so far. (she has now, as of ep finale but she's still. different)

Also korean denver is a baby, a himbo, a softie, even more so than og. Not complaining about that part at all. ( I love og denver as well though )

All in all I'm enjoying the show and am interested in it but I don't think the very emotional scenes that hit me hardest in the og will hit me (not just bc I know they'll happen). A fun watch though ! And generally the robbers are more likable and more like a cute found family. And korean Tokyo is my wife < 3333 she's so cute and is cold without being a complete asshole which is nice ! hoping for some bonding between her and nairobi in the future (this has now happened a bit nairobi x tokyo let's goo)

4 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ramble about kevin mcclain american vandal s2

the thing is Kevin LIES constantly. Dylan in s1 knows he's innocent but isn't believed by a lot of people, being doubted by peter at some point and with him the audience. But kevin KNOWS that he did it and yet encourages Peter & Sam to suspect in other people and keeps lying about being innocent until the truth leaks out. And we never get his pov of it, really, we only get his narration after he's already lied A TON. I think probably him lying started in part because he didn't want to disappoint Chloe after she was trying to help him and reached out after them having distanced in the past, but he's also a bit resistant to trusting her and reconnecting with her again at the beginning, I think because he felt angry and betrayed by her and with that comes the second part of why he lied, which to me is that he ultimately didn't regret what he did THAT much, not enough to be punished for it. And then when it seems like other people might take the blame for it, he goes with it.

And the people who are being suspected are the people that Grayson WANTS to take the blame, with DeMarcus acting as a substitute for the knight dude for him. And not only does Kevin go with that but he misjudges DeMarcus in the same way that Grayson does, he makes comment about him being a dumb jock and both him & chloe see him as this 'untouchable' person who can get away with anything because of his popularity. which is the exact reason why grayson wants him framed (an assumption, but that seemed like his original plan).

And THEN when drew gets framed in his place, someone who we don't think he has any problem with, he still lets that happen (and Grayson never gives kevin up or leaks their messages which *eyes emoji* is just INTERESTING why would he be so loyal to kevin but that's another story). This is the LAST EPISODE and kevin is still going with the 'I am innocent : ( I've been framed' act.

so when the time comes for Kevin to tell the 'truth' about Brooke I am VERY skeptical lmao because his story sounds very fake and he gives such a non reaction to being told grayson was behind it all. Also, this is another thing that was probably not intended by the writers, but the fact that they wrote him as so obviously gay is another thing that makes the 'I did it to impress Brooke' seem fake to me. I think, considering the condoms is one of the only stuff we have proof of (he did buy SOMETHING), he might've thought he liked her, but I don't buy that he didn't know brooke wasn't brooke after her last text, and that he didn't think back on all those familiar conversations with this person and connected some dots. (also we don't know that they didn't meet in person after *puts conspiracy glasses on*!) He even SAYS 'this girl that I had fallen in love with had never existed', and 'Brooke' tells him that she's a fake ('you're full of shit just like me') SO HOW DOES 'I was trying to impress her' MAKE SENSE. it doesn't.

but anyway I just think it's so interesting and I find what we know of his dynamic with grayson so fascinating, because they're childhood friends before, and he's the only one who grayson didn't get pics from, the only one who wasn't blackmailed because they both agreed on the plan. And grayson could've given him up at any moment, specially with the documentary happening, and he does not, even when he's arrested, even when he leaks everyone elses' part on the plot, he leaves Kevin alone, frames drew so the four acts match four people, and wipes his phone and laptop!! (of course to try and lessen his sentence, but if that had worked, that'd have left no evidence of kevin's involvement as well)

so all in all Kevin is a liar who lies and I love him and I love that dark side of his character that doesn't really get explored in the show and I like to think he's being an unreliable narrator until the end (: and idc if the writers intended him to seem genuine and want me to take what he says in finale at face value, I'm going watsonian and trying to make it make sense for the character, and it doesn't to me if he IS being fully honest.

I'm not saying he's a supervillain or anything to be clear lol, he's just flawed and I do think he didn't enjoy seeing the brown out happened. But again, there's feeling bad and there's feeling bad enough to accept punishment for it. and I find it very funny that he spends the whole season being like uwu I'm innocent I've been framed knowing full well he has not. He even admits 'it was thrilling' to fill the lemonade it but peter buys the 'he fell in love and was trying to impress a girl' story which. even if true. that's still his revenge fantasy. that they both joked about. this isn't him going after people who he has no trouble with bc he's being influenced. but no one ever doubts it! (and again, I'm not saying he wasn't manipulated bc he was for sure, but more in a veronica from heathers the movie way where it's all very ambiguous )

10 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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Darcy had never been one to question her identity. Rather, she was someone who knew all too well everything she wanted out of life. And that caused MORE PROBLEMS than it SOLVED. You’d think it wouldn’t, but when everything you wanted out of life ran counter to everything your father wanted out of your life? That sense of self-awareness became a restrictive vice, threatening to choke her until she succumbed to asphyxiation. Tonight had been one of those days. Not that Cheryl knew it. Darcy couldn’t talk to her about her impending IVY LEAGUE SCHOLARSHIP in Pennsylvania. Not around Cheryl. She was going through it right now, having surrendered to her perceived fate as a dead-end loser who wouldn’t accomplish anything in her life, doomed to repeat a daily hell of daily encounters with all the worst mistakes she’d EVER made. Wasn’t it ironic? Cheryl couldn’t get out of the city fast enough, and Darcy wanted nothing more than to stay. And fate afforded NEITHER OF THEM what they wanted…

Don’t tell her manager, but Darcy might have gotten a little tipsy on staff tonight, working overtime to avoid coming face to face with her father, all so she didn’t have to tell him the cold hard truth: That she had been ACCEPTED into Penn, sealing her fate to study business, accounting, and marketing. And all she wanted to be was a hair stylist… Or maybe a makeup artist. Or… a fashion designer… Or… Or she didn’t know, just SOMETHING. She wanted to express herself. And counting cash and measuring risk was NOT the way to do it. In truth? The arrival of a new customer had been a WELCOME DISTRACTION, not in the least from the ASSHOLES sitting at Table 6. Same pricks, different day. Always prowling around ready to pounce on poor Cheryl while taking their swings just to miss with Darcy, too. They were barking up the wrong tree. Even if she didn’t find them vile, revolting, degenerate pieces of shit, well… She ‘batted for the other team’. Or… the… same team? She supposed? She never did quite get that idiom…

Her smile grew wider as the older woman smiled back, a little thud of skipped beats in her heart. “Well, I’m professionally mandated to if they ask, but no, I don’t get paid enough to go around decorating every fuckers coffee with cute lil hearts. Consider yourself SPECIAL.” Brow waggled and her tongue slipped across the inside of her teeth, smile growing into a genuinely flirtatious little smirk. She gave her a wink. “Our CHERRY PIE?” Well, that was a first. Not only was it a GIRL asking for her cherry pie, but she actually meant it? Kind of a shame, because it was also the first time she kinda wished they didn’t… (Wait, what? Okay, she really needed to splash some cold water on her face or something. Down gurl.) “Word of advice, be careful talking about people’s cherry pie around here. Some of the patrons--...” As if on cue that rat bastard, Scottie, spoke up, whistling out and asking Darcy for some cherry pie, too. But not to break free of his insufferable personality cliches, he just had to add, ‘Y’know I love me some of Cher’s, but I’m buying if you’re selling!’ Roll of her eyes and she looked at the older woman with a look that said… SEE WHAT I MEAN?

With a sigh she turned away, flipping the bird to Scottie, and… And pausing… For two reasons. First of all: “You want it hot and fresh, or quick and easy?” Yes, maybe the entendres were A LITTLE intended. Second of all… “Wait a sec…” Her brow furrowed, manicured nails pointing across to her and… “Mrs Carpenter? Shit, you taught in my English class Freshman year! That explains it!” Honestly, a small wave of relief had washed over the slightly inebriated girl at the revelation that she’d already met the older woman before. And not just that, she’d spent a year of her life taking one of her classes in high school. Was better than the alternative: That she was some PSYCHIC GOD CHILD here to herald the end of existence. Or, you know, just that freaking desperate horny she was imagining things. “God, I used to have SUCH a crush on you!” Oh. Right. That, too. “...I… Probably shouldn’t have told you that…” SHIT.

@xnoraxcarpenterx asked: “Ah ha… Not yet; your underwear is staying on for now. I’m not done just yet…”

Blink. Blink. Blink. Darcy shook her head as she poured a cup of coffee for the new customer sitting at the counter. What the Hell was that? Some kind of vision? Or maybe she was just daydreaming? A few more blinks and she took a breath, heading back to the counter and sliding the coffee across the laminate countertop toward the fellow blonde. "Here you go, one caffe macchiato~ with EXTRA sweetener and cream." A small pause and she pointed to the foam decor. "I even put a little heart in there for ya." A smile as she reached for a cleaning rag to wipe down the counter only to freeze at the sound of the woman's voice. There was NO MISTAKING IT. The voice in her little daydream right now. It had belonged to HER... A deep breath and she spun back on her heel. "Have we met before?"

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Sweet Pea- The New Girl Pt1

Today I go to my new school, something I'm pretty nervous about. I was popular at my old school in New York, I was head cheerleader dating a jock, but now I'm going to have to build my reputation back up. I'm running late on my first day, great, so I just put on some leggings and an oversized hoodie. I'm not one of those girls who has to have full makeup all the time and I'm pretty comfortable in my skin so I haven't really got a problem with not wearing makeup. I get in my car and head over to Riverdale High School.

Once I arrive I go to reception

"Hi I'm YN YLN, I'm new here"

"Ahhh yes miss YLN, here is your schedule and Archie here will take you to your first class"

"Thank you"

"Hi I'm Archie"

"YN" I shake his hand

"So looks like your first class is science with Mr Ross" Archie takes me over to my first class

"Mr Ross this is YN she's just moved here"

"Thank you Archie. YN you can go and sit next to Betty" he points at a girl with blonde hair in a ponytail, she's in a cheer uniform. Great she's probably gonna be stuck up. I take my seat not saying anything

"Hi I'm Betty, I know cheerleaders are usually bitches but I'm not, or at least I hope not" she says smiling at me

"Miss Cooper quiet please"

"Sorry sir"

"Ok so the person next to you will be your project partner" I turn to look at Betty and she smiles at me

"This is going to be fun. You can come over to mine tomorrow and we can get started"

"Ok sounds like a plan"

"Do you have a boyfriend that you had to leave behind? because if not I know some guys that would fall head over heals for you"

"Seriously I'm in leggings, a baggy top, no makeup and hair in a bun"

"Your a natural beauty, don't put yourself down"

"No I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy with the way I look but not the best first impression. The guys you know probably like girls plastered in makeup wearing tight clothes all the time. I don't mean to sound rude it's just that's what it was like at my old school"

"Well the guys I know might surprise you" we finish up class then Betty helps me to my next class, maths, which so happens to be with Archie, I sit next to him. After maths it’s finally lunch time. Archie walks me to a room, some people are wearing leather jackets. I look at the couch and see a very familiar face

“Ronnie?” I say shocked

“YN?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved to Riverdale?”

“Why didn’t you?” Ronnie squeals running over to me. We sway as we hug

“You know each other?” Archie asks confused

“Oh yeah. YN and I went to school today. Daddy and her dad were business partners” Ronnie gasps “are they working together again?”

“No Ronnie not this time. Dad said something about taking over a construction company”

“Andrews constructions?” Archie ask

“Yeah”

“That was my dads company”

“Was? how come he sold it?”

“YN, Archie’s dad passed away”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I promise I will make sure my dad honours yours” I give Archie a sympathetic smile

“Veronica are you going to introduce us to your friend or not?” a girl with pink hair

“Of course. YN this is Toni, Cheryl, Reggie, Josie, Kevin, Betty, Jughead, Sweet Pea and Fangs”

“I’m sorry pardon? Jughead, Sweet Pea and Fangs?”

“That’s us” the guy Fangs says smiling

“How did those names come about?”

“Different reasons” Sweet Pea shrugs

“Friday I’m having a party, your welcome to join” Cheryl says taking Toni’s hand

“Thank you Cheryl” I smile at the girl in red “I’d love to”

“So tell us about yourself” Fangs asks

“Well there’s not much to say really” I shrug

“Oh come on YN you were head cheerleader, dance captain and you were dating Ollie”

“Ollie?” Toni smirks “do tell”

“Ollie was the best looking boy at our school. Wait are you still together?” I shake my head

“No. He cheated on me and I couldn’t deal with his childish behaviour anymore”

“What a dick” Ronnie huffs crossing her arms

“Well YN there’s plenty of single boys here” Cheryl smirks looking at Sweet Pea. Huh that’s a little weird.

[blogginthewind]

Five Moments That Explain Your Friendship With Cheryl Blossom

Summary: You are Cheryl Blossom's best friends. Five moments that show exactly what you mean to one another. Platonic!Cherylxreader, slight Sweet Pea x reader and brief Choni mentions.

Warning: Mentions of homophobic parents, internalized homophobia, emeto-warning, vomit and nausea warning

Five Moments that Explained Your Friendship with Cheryl Blossom

One. You never even considered whether you wanted to be a River Vixen. Cheryl Blossom was the captain and your best friend. Attendance was mandatory. Resistance was futile. You loved your best friend though even you had to admit that she was a bit…self-involved. 

“Obviously I’ll be doing a solo. I’ve got the maddest skills on the squad,” Cheryl explained to Veronica, who questioned her solo choices yet again. Veronica Lodge was a self-claimed reformed mean girl and while she was actually incredibly kind, she was almost a bit…self-involved. “You had a solo last week. Betty has one. A tiny one, of course. Y/N has the biggest solo. Would you like to challenge her to a dance-off?”

Veronica looked in your direction. You shrugged and smiled. Your mother owned Riverdale’s dance studio and you were a company dancer, which required a fifteen-hour-a-week practice minimum. Being the owner's daughter made it closer to twenty-five. Truthfully, you didn’t care much about the solo. Being a River Vixen was fun and significantly less stressful than the dance competition and your goal wasn’t to be the best. If Veronica wanted to challenge you, you wouldn’t take it to heart. You stretched, touching your hands to your toes. When you came back up, you leaped into the arm and did a toe touch, something you had never seen Ronnie do. Okay, maybe you minded a little. Veronica put her hands in the hair, conceding.

“That’s what I thought, Veronica,” Cheryl said with a smirk. Your best friend turned to you. “Now, why don’t we start off by showing the girls what a real dancer can do?”

You smiled and stepped into the center of the room.

Two. Cheryl loved you always, even when you had the occasional spat. Because she loved you, she always worried about you. Your mother wore you ragged with your practice hours, you were a River Vixen (Okay. That one was for her.), and you were in the senior math class. You were chronically stressed. When she handed you a ginger tea that morning, your first sign of impending illness or burnout, she noticed the bags under your eyes. 

“Mon Amie, I believe you need to slow down. A sick day perhaps?” You laughed and Cheryl rolled her eyes. She reached for your forehead but you swatted her hand away. You were momentarily distracted as Sweet Pea walked down the hall. Cheryl was sure her eyes had disappeared based on how far back they rolled into her head. She took the opportunity to touch your forehead. It wasn’t warm but she knew it might be coming. You were known for your stomach aches, usually due to stress or exhaustion. 

“I’m just a little nauseous. Stomach ache, you know.” Cheryl raised her eyebrows and you sighed heavily. “If it’s not better by lunch…”

“Nurses’ Office, obvi.”

 Cheryl loved you enough to only say “I told you so” twice when she had to hold back your hair as you vomited during third period. She didn’t even hesitate to waltz out of the classroom when you charged out, completely ignoring whatever Mrs. Kerwin had to say about it. Riverdale was held together at its very core by Blossom Maple Syrup. There was no way Cheryl would be serving detention for helping her sick best friend. But it was for you, only you and her beloved Toni, whose hair she would ever hold back. 

Three. But Cheryl was only repaying a debt from a few months prior. Reggie Mantle’s parents had gone out of town and he had thrown a party. It was wild, of course, and you planned to spend the night sipping the soda that was used for mixers and no alcohol. Cheryl did no such thing.

You gripped your best friend’s arm and pulled her into the bathroom. Her lipstick was smudged and the strap of her tank top was falling off her shoulder. She was gorgeous, but a mess. “Cheryl, you can’t just flop into Archie Andrew’s lap. He’s dating Valerie. You know that.”

“Not for looong.” Cheryl smiled brightly. She was definitely drunk and even now she was sipping from a red solo cup. Something Sober Cheryl would never do in a room so close to a toilet. “He has red hair and I have red hair. His family though kind of poor is like the one family in Riverdale that mine doesn’t hate. So I have to have him.”

“Like ninety minutes ago you were making out with Moose.” Cheryl shrugged and reached for the doorknob. You grabbed her by her shoulders before she could. “He’s dating Midge. Since like the seventh grade. We like Midge. She’s a River Vixen. She’s our friend, Cher. Why would you do that?”

“I like boys.” Cheryl’s eyes started to water. Her hands reached for the necklace at the base of her neck. It was a cherry blossom but instead of being an expensive gold or a giant diamond, it was modest. It had been a gift from Heather, whom Cheryl was close with in middle school. “I like boys.”

“Oh, Cher,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. She never said a word about Heather but you had always had your suspicions. And you knew Cheryl’s mother. Penelope was Cheryl’s greatest and most unnecessary critic. Cheryl pulled back with a jerk.

“I’m going to vomit,” she said, dropping her drink to the floor. As the drink spilled, so did Cheryl and you could do nothing but hold back her hair.

Four. Her breakup with Toni gutted her. You knew that. Cheryl pretended not to care but each night she called you crying, under the guise of having just watched a sad movie. You’d slept over three times that week just because of those calls.  When you found Toni in the bathroom, she paused.

“I don’t want to fight,” Toni said, giving you the once over. The hours of dancing had given you a lot of muscles but Toni was tough too. 

“I don’t want to fight,” you answered. Toni seemed to lower her guard but only a little. “I just…I know you love her.”

Toni’s eyes shown with tears and she nodded. You smiled and hugged her. When you pulled back, you said “So please work this out. She’s miserable without you.”

As Toni went to leave, you spoke again. “Oh and babe? To be clear, I think you’re great. But I am team Cheryl. All day. Every day. So if you ever actually do something horrid?”

“Hell hath no fury,” Toni finished. You smiled. 

Five. There was never anyone good enough for you but when you chose Sweet Pea, Cheryl had to make a few things clear, even if you’d be furious. Luckily, your new fling was good friends with Cheryl’s love. Best friends dating best friends was a good combination. The double dates would be endless. Still, Cheryl wasn’t going to go easy on him.

“Babe, go easy,” Toni cautioned as the girls sat down across from Sweet Pea. Without a word, Fangs stood from the table and left. 

“Sweet Pea, let’s chat,” Cheryl said to an unenthused and nervous Sweet Pea.

“About?”

“You are dating my best friend. My best friend. I don’t need to remind you that the “river” in Riverdale runs with maple syrup, do I?” Cheryl waited but Sweet Pea didn’t say anything. His expression, angry and defiant, made it clear she got her point across. “Now, I like you. Sort of. Toni likes you and mon amour has impeccable taste, obv. And you do seem to properly adore my bestie. But let me make one thing clear.

“My father murdered my brother - my other half over drugs and maple syrup. My mumsie is a homophobic monster who pushed my Nana down the stairs and once dated Riverdale’s best-known serial killer. I am the sole caretaker of my Nana. Through all of this? There was Y/N. I have very little family left, Serpent. You better believe that I will do everything in my power - my unforgiving power to protect it. Understood?”

Before Sweet Pea could answer, Cheryl’s agenda flipped as though someone hit a switch. “Now, darling Tee-Tee and boyfriend of bestie, shall we plan our first double date? I’m thinking something grande. Perhaps with sparkling dresses, sparkling champagne, and the most sparkling of company?”

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The Good Life - One Shot

a/n: okay so we have business man!Harry, and co-worker Y/N, but also she’s the boss’ daughter???? friends to lovers???? smut??? not proofread????

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If there was one thing that Harry hated, it was a spoiled brat. He hated when people got whatever they wanted without even working for it. If he ever had kids, he would teach them the value of a dollar. You, however, were an exception to that rule.

Harry steps out of his office, and smells his favorite scent in the world. There was this perfume you’d wear that smells like raspberries. You were officially home for summer vacation, and you had to be here visiting your mother, who was Harry’s boss.

“Carol, is Y/N here?” Harry asks his secretary.

“Yes, she came by to have lunch with Cheryl. She just finished grad school, can you believe it?”

“That’s incredible…so that would make her what? Twenty-three?”

“She turns twenty-four later this summer.” She smiles.

This was good, Harry was only twenty-seven, so that wasn’t that big if an age difference. Carol knew Harry had a crush on you, even though he had never admitted it. He’d been working at the company for five years, so he’s known you for a while now. He’s always kept his distance, though. You went to a private school in high school, and you used to come to the office in your uniform after school. You were a senior at the time, but Harry still felt weird being attracted to you at that time. And sure, Harry’s had a couple of girlfriends that he really liked, even loved. It’s not like he was obsessed with you or anything. He just…thought you were cute.

You and your mother come out of her office giggling. Harry stands up straight and makes sure his tie isn’t all out of sorts.

“Harry, good I’m glad you’re here.” Cheryl starts. “You remember my daughter, Y/N.”

“Sure, hi.” He smiles.

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” You smile.

“Oh, honey, no need to be so formal, especially now that you’re joining the team.” Cheryl beams.

“What?” Harry asks.

“Harry, I know you and I usually discuss new hires, but Y/N officially has her MBA, and well, she really wants to work here.”

“I have since I was a kid. I’m really excited.”

“She’ll be your new assistant. Gotta start her somewhere.”

“But…that’s Carol’s job.”

“Carol is the office secretary, not a personal assistant. You’ve been asking for one for quite some time. I thought you’d be more excited.” She raises an eyebrow at Harry.

Harry looks at Carol, and Carol just smiles nervously.

“I think it’s great.” Carol says. “But a girl with an MBA…that’s a little too entry level, don’t you think?”

“Well, I certainly couldn’t start her as an associate director.” Cheryl laughs.

“It’s okay, I know I need to work my way up. I have, like, zero experience. This’ll be my first real job, so I really don’t mind being Harry’s assistant. I’m good at answering phones and writing messages down.” You smile. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“I didn’t think you would. This’ll be great. When do you officially start?”

“Monday. I was just coming by today to pass in some paperwork to H.R.”

//

Before the end of the day, Harry knocks on Cheryl’s door. She tells him to come in and he sits down.

“What can I do for you?” She smiles.

“So…why’d you choose me to work with Y/N? There’s plenty of people here that could use an assistant.”

“To be honest, Harry, I trust you. You’re close in age with her, you can give her advice on what it’s like just starting out. You were just a mail boy when you started.”

“That was when I was just an intern when I was still in school.” He chuckles.

“And we just loved you so we hired you. You’ve grown up a lot over the last five years, and you work so hard. I think she could really learn a lot from you. I’ll let you in on a little secret too, she actually asked if you needed an assistant.”

“She did?” He perks up. “I mean, uh, did she now?”

“Yes…I think she may have a small crush on you, but don’t mind her. If it makes you uncomfortable I can have her-“

“No!” He takes a deep breath. “No, it’ll be fine. She probably won’t like me much once she gets to know me anyways.”

“She knows you well enough. You’ve been to the house enough times for parties.” She laughs. “In fact, I’m hoping you and Amy will come skiing with us again this winter.”

“Oh, uh, Amy and I broke up.”

“Oh no.” She frowns. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “Just wasn’t mean to be, but I’ll totally come skiing.” He grins. “Could be dating someone else by then anyways.”

“Very true.”

//

Monday morning you show up bright and early. You had a nice light purple blouse on with a black pencil skirt. Your mom had taken you shopping for some new work clothes, and you loved them. You had stopped off at a coffee place and grabbed a ton of different coffees and doughnuts. You wanted to make a good first impression. Most people knew you as Cheryl’s littler girl, but you were almost twenty-four, you weren’t a little girl anymore.

Harry always went to the gym before work, and would eat his breakfast in the breakroom before changing. He stops short when he sees you bent over the table making everything look nice.

“Morning.” He says, and you stand up straight right away.

“Hi, Harry…uh, coffee?” You gesture to the table of assorted drinks.

“Maybe in a bit.” He scrunches his face at the drinks. “Any of those just black?”

“Um…no…do people actually like black coffee?”

“I do.” He smirks. “You’ll want to know that. As my assistant, I’ll expect a coffee on my desk every morning.”

“Oh, uh, alright-“

“Y/N.” He chuckles. “I’m just teasing, I can get my own coffee.” Harry shakes his head and reaches to open one of the cupboards. He pulls out a box of protein bars and takes one out.

“No doughnut either?”

“Hmm….” He peers over and sees a chocolate glazed. “Save that one f’me?”

“Sure!”

“Thanks, I’ll have it after lunch.” He slings his gym bag over his shoulder. “Now, I usually go change in my office, so, don’t come in.”

“I won’t…do you always go to the gym before work?”

“Yup, helps wake me up, gets me ready for the day.”

“Cool.” You smile.

Everyone else in the office was very quick to snatch up the things you brought in, gaining major brownie points. Your mom was happy to see you take a little initiative. For most of the day you sat in on various meetings. You and Harry didn’t even have much time to talk. He shares his calendar with you so you can see when he’s busy, and you share yours with him as well. You had a nice size desk right outside his office. You brought some things with you to decorate it, pictures of friends and what not. Right before lunch, a few people come over to Harry’s office, women. One of them is about to open his door, but you stop her.

“Sorry, Mr. Styles is busy.”

“It’s okay, I’m a friend. It’s almost lunch.”

“But he’s on a call.” Your eyes peer over to the screen where you can clearly see on his calendar that he’s busy.

She sucks her teeth and looks at the other women.

“Fine…guess we’ll see him later then.” She sighs and they all walk away. A few moment later Harry slowly opens his door.

“That was brilliant, thank you.” You turn to look at him. “Those three always try to have lunch with me, it’s pretty annoying. Now I have a barrier that they have to get through.” He checks his watch. “Gotta go. Have a good lunch.”

“Thanks, you too.”

You go into Harry’s office and place the doughnut he had asked you for on his desk. When he gets back he smiles and picks it up.

“Wanna split it?”

“Sure!”

It looked so small in his large hand. You take the half from him and eat it happily.

“Come in around four, we can talk about your first day and what the rest of the week will look like. Sorry things have been so busy.”

“It’s okay, I feel like I’m already learning a lot.” You tuck some hair behind your ear. “I’m really glad I get to work for someone so chill. I was worried I was going to get stuck with Phil.” You laugh.

“Yeah, that would’ve been boring. He’s been here nearly thirty years. Think he has grandkids your age.”

“Gross.” You say and it makes Harry laugh.

At four you come into his office with a notepad. He had loosened his tie a bit, and his sleeves were rolled up.

“I’m really glad this place has A/C.” You say.

“Believe it or not your mum had to fight for that. It was before I started, but she made it happen.”

“Probably the hot flashes.” You start laughing and then you stop. “Sorry, TMI.”

“It’s alright. Didn’t think she went through the change yet.”

“Well, you know my oldest sibling is like…thirty-two right?”

“Ah, forgot you were the baby.”

“Hey.” You pout. “I may be the youngest, but I’m not a baby.”

“You’re the most fun. Your siblings didn’t even ski last year on that trip. They just sat around.” He rolls his eyes. “Anyways, let’s talk about your first day, how was it?”

“Good! I was a little nervous, but it was good. A lot to take in, but I’ll catch on.”

“Where do you see yourself going?”

“I want my mom’s job someday.”

“Ambitious.”

“I’m willing to work for it.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait a little while because when your mum retires, I’m hoping that spot’ll be mine.”

“Okay, so I’ll take your job in the meantime.” You smirk.

“Sounds like a plan.” He chuckles. “Anyways, you have a chance to look at my calendar?”

“Mhm, you have a lot of meetings this week.”

“That’s right, so I’ll need you alert for the phone. Oh, and some meetings I’d like you in on to take notes. Makes it easier for me to pay attention if I don’t have to have my laptop in front of me.”

“Okay.”

“This is your first real job, so I wanna make sure you know about burn out. You’ll accumulate time off, use it. Same with sick time. Mental health is important and you may feel overwhelmed at times. You’ll probably feel really tired by the end of the week. Make sure to check in with me about how you’re feeling. If there’s something you need, we’ll make sure you get it, okay?”

“Thanks, Harry.”

“Just paying it forward. This can be a really great place to work, you just need to know the right people. You know Carol, obviously. She’s the best. Don’t be afraid to go to her for help. She was amazing to me.”

“Yeah, her daughter used to babysit me.”

“Right.” He clears his throat.

“I think you’re the only person here that never saw me with braces.” You laugh. “I think you came on when I was, like, a senior in high school.”

“Sounds about right.”

“You were always so polite. I couldn’t believe it. When I got to college I always hoped the boys would be like you, but they weren’t.” You shrug.

“Okay, well, I think that’s enough for today. Why don’t you head home?”

“Would you mind walking me down to my car?”

“Oh, well, I’m not done for the day yet. I usually stay until six just to wrap things up.”

“Okay, then I’ll stay too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“You’re not allowed to. Your day ends at 4:30.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But I could take the stroll down to the parking garage with you if that makes you feel more comfortable.”

“If you don’t mind, I felt sort of sketched out this morning.”

“I get here at the same time every day. You can just wait for me if you want in the mornings, and we can walk up together.”

“I’d like that.”

//

Working with Y/N was great. Harry absolutely loved it. You kept him organized and taken care of. You stalked the cupboards with his favorite protein bars, and had started picking up his coffee, just because you wanted to. He always praised you and told you how much he appreciated everything you did.

You were good at your work too. He could give you a project and you’d have it done within a couple of days. You were determined and efficient. He could definitely see you moving up fast, which sort of made him sad. He’d keep you forever if he could, but that would be selfish. He thought his little crush on you would be distracting, but it wasn’t. It almost made you get along even better.

Your mom always hosted a company Labor Day party. You had a huge backyard with a large in ground pool. You couldn’t believe how fast the summer went by, but you were happy to be in a routine. You loved this pool party, and now you were there as an employee. It was always catered with the best food, and your friends would come by. This year, though, you didn’t invite them. You wanted to seem professional with everyone. You even wore a one piece bathing suit with a little sheer skirt tied around your waist.

You were walking around, mingling, when you saw Harry walk in. Usually he brought some pretty date, but the only thing in his arms was a platter of food he offered to bring, and some beers. You were excited that he hadn’t gotten back together with Amy, or that he had met someone new.

“Harry!” You exclaim when you go into the kitchen.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“You don’t look dressed to swim.” You tease him.

“Not really planning on it this year.”

“But it’s so hot out.”

“Drinks will keep me cool.” He winks at you and cracks open one of his beers. “Does it ever get annoying to have so many people around your house?”

“Well, technically, this isn’t my house anymore. I moved into the pool house last month and started paying my mom rent. I wanted to have a little more freedom, you know? But it’s just her in this big place now so I felt bad wanting to fully leave. She said she’s putting the rent money in an account for me so one day when I do buy a house or something, I’ll have something to start with. Plus, it gets me in the habit of paying bills.”

“Look at you, becoming a real adult.” He nudges you and you both go outside. “You’ll be twenty-four soon, right?”

“Mhm, next weekend. I’m going away with my friends. I’m leaving early Friday, don’t forget.”

“Got it on my calendar.”

He smiles and walks away. Of course he does, he wanted to talk with the other, older people at the party. Your mother adored Harry, she always had. Your step-dad liked him a lot too. You were sipping on some wine while the sun was setting, and the party was dwindling. You go over to Harry who was backed into a corner by one of the ladies from finance.

“Harry?”

“Oh, hi! So glad you found me, how about a tour of the pool house?”

“Sure!”

“Excuse us, she’s been dying to show me all day.” Harry says to the woman. He grabs your wrist and leans in. “Walk fast, or she’ll follow.”

You giggle as you both basically sprint away. You key into the pool house and lead him in.

“Oh, wow, this is actually really cool.”

“Thanks! We sort of used it as a guest house anyways, so it didn’t need much work. Just some paint and new furniture. It’s like a little one bedroom apartment. I love it. My friends can come over and we don’t have to worry about being quiet or keeping anyone up. It’s been working out great for everyone so far.”

“I’m happy for you.” He says, looking around. “It’s nice having privacy, isn’t it? I remember when I had saved up enough to move out.”

“Do you have your own house?”

“Haven’t bought any property yet, no. Suppose I could, but I’m fine renting for now. My place isn’t small though.”

“How come you haven’t yet?”

“I don’t know, I just figured I’d buy a house with someone, you know?” He sits down on the arm rest of your couch. “I mean, what if I bought a house, and the girl I was with wanted a different house? I’d want to make it ours. I’ve always wanted to buy my girl the house of her dreams.”

“I thought you didn’t like buying things for people.” You smirk. “But I suppose that’s really sweet.”

“It’s one thing if it’s a gift. I just don’t believe in giving people every little thing they want. They should work for it, you know?”

“My mom was really good about that when we were growing up. She said no all the time. I mean, we were spoiled a little, but at least we’re not brats.”

“True, you could be way brattier.”

“Hey.” You put your hands on your hips.

“Just teasing.”

Just as you were about to step closer to him, your mother opened your door.

“There you are, people are leaving, and…oh…am I interrupting something?” Cheryl asks, a little too eagerly.

“No, mom.”

“She was just helping me escape from Beth in finance.”

“She’s gone.”

“Great, coast is clear.” He stands up. “Better get going myself. Thanks again for a great party. Sorry Ed had to be traveling.”

“You’ll have to come over for dinner next time he’s home.”

“Sounds good, love hearing his traveling stories.”

He gives your mouth a hug, and out he goes. You glare at your mother.

“I’m so sorry.” She says. “I did interrupt.”

“You certainly cooled things by saying that.” You groan. “I finally got him alone, we were talking about things other than work for once! He likes the way I decorated.”

“Honey…Harry’s a little older than you, and you’re fresh out of school. He may just be looking for different things, we’ve talked about this.”

“It’s not like I’m right out of undergrad. I have my MBA, and I’m doing really well at work.”

“You are, you’re doing amazing. Come on, help me say goodnight to our guests.”

//

Harry had already gone to lunch when you were packing up your things to leave early for your girl’s weekend. You notice a card on your desk. You open it and smile. A Visa gift card slides out.

Don’t spend it all in one place. Don’t check your email. Have a great time, and happy birthday. – H

You bite your bottom lip and try not to squeal. That was so sweet of him. You pack up your things and head out. You send him a quick text saying thank you for the gift and out you go.

He missed you the rest of the afternoon, but your thank you text made him smile. You told all of your friends about Harry. He had given you a $100 gift card, which was way too much. He had to like you, there was no way he would have given that much money to just anyone.

//

For Thanksgiving, your family did things a little untraditionally and went skiing. It was something your mother’s family used to scrape together to do, and she continued the tradition with you and your siblings. She bought a huge house in the mountains when you were young. Her friends would come too, sometimes Ed’s parents as well. It was just for people to get together for an entire week, and then share a good meal.

Harry and his girlfriend at the time, Amy, came last year. To be fair you had brought a boy with you too, but it was nothing serious. He would be joining again this year, and he wouldn’t be bringing anyone with him. The house had separate wings, so guests wouldn’t be on top of each other.

There were some other young people there too, along with your siblings and their partners. You were excited to spend time with so many people. None of your siblings wanted anything to do with the family business, which you couldn’t understand. You loved working for your mom.

“Harry!” You hear your mom. “How were the roads?”

“Not too bad yet, just a bit icy.”

“Y/N, help Harry to his room. Look at all the things he’s carrying.”

“She doesn’t need to-“

“Don’t be silly. I’m used to helping you.” You giggle.

You carry one of his bags to his room.

“Thanks.” He walks around and makes sure he has his own bathroom like last time. “Perfect.” He smiles. “I can’t wait to hit the slopes. Is your mum making that green bean casserole again for the holiday? It’s so good.”

“Actually, uh, I make that.”

“Really? Should have known.” He smiles. “Which wing are you in this year?”

“Oh, I’m right across the hall from you actually. My siblings have babies and I didn’t want to risk losing sleep. Is that okay that I’ll be so close by?”

“Definitely. I don’t know who else is going to be here, so it’ll be nice to have a friend so close by. Sure you don’t mind spending so much time with your boss?”

“You’re, like, the best boss ever. Don’t mind at all. Besides, you’re on my turf now.” You step closer to him.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.”

You hear your name being called from down the hall and you sigh.

“You’ll ski with me tomorrow, right?” He asks before you leave.

“Only if you use the hot tub with me. Gonna need to relax after a long of day of hitting the slopes.” You wink and off you go.

Your mom and Ed make a huge dinner for everyone that night. People were drinking and having a great time. You all head to bed early so those that plan to go skiing and snowboarding, can.

//

The next morning you get all your gear on, and head to the kitchen. Harry was sipping on his black coffee.

“Should I have made that for you?” You smirk and fill your own mug, adding a little creamer to it.

“You’re off the clock, remember.” He takes another sip. “Want some eggs?” He points to the pan of scrambled eggs he made up for everyone.

“Sure! Thanks, Harry.” You beam.

You both share a nice, quiet breakfast together until everyone else comes racing in. Someone makes bacon, and breakfast sausage to go along with the eggs. Harry offers to drive you up to the mountain, no one really seems to notice.

You and Harry have a great day taking runs together. You stop off for a quick lunch at the lodge. Just as you were bringing over a couple of hot chocolates you see him talking to some random girls. You watch as he laughs along at some joke. You hated watching him flirt. He was too good at it. You walk over and hand him his hot chocolate.

“There she is.” He hooks his arm around you and takes the cup of hot chocolate. “Told you ladies my girlfriend would be right back.” He looks at you with a please help me face. “Thanks for the drink, babe.”

“My pleasure.” You kiss his cheek. “Who are your new friends?”

“Oh, we were just leaving.” One of them rolls their eyes and they all leave.

“Nice touch.” He lets go of you and takes a sip of the warm drink. “Mm, this is good.”

“They were bothering you?”

“They invited me to some party. They have to be in college or something. I told them I had a girlfriend. Sorry about that.”

“No worries, it was easy to play along.” You both smile at each other, and he blushes slightly. “Hope it’s okay that I did that.”

“Didn’t mind at all.”

After a few more hours, your legs were starting to get sore. You take a shower the second you get home, and you all eat another big meal together. Ed gets a fire started. Some people play card games. Harry even gets into a game of poker with some of the guys. You announce you’re going to get the hot tub started.

“Oh, that sounds like fun.” Your sister says.

Your mom watches as Harry gets up from his chair to go to his room to change.

“Janey, honey, stay inside, would you?”

“Why?”

“Because I think Harry’s going to join your sister…”

“So?”

“So, why not give them some privacy?” Ed says.

“Ah, I see, so you’re letting her work for you as a way to match them up?” She scoffs.

“No.” Your mother sounds offended. “I just think they’d make a cute couple, and it’s much more appropriate now, so-“

“Mum, she works for him…”

“There’s nothing against it in our H.R. policy. As long as they disclose things if they decide to date, it’s not a big deal. You also didn’t ski all day. You can use the hot tub tomorrow.”

//

You get a two piece on and throw a robe over yourself. You go outside to the back deck where the large hot tub was, and get the jets started. You slip your robe off and get in. A few minutes later Harry comes out with a t-shirt and trunks on.

“Alright if I join you?”

“Yeah! I basically asked you to yesterday.”

You look away as he takes his t-shirt off. You look at him once he’s in. You knew Harry was littered with tattoos. You’d seen him without a shirt on plenty of times. He’d been coming to your house and family gatherings for years. Your mom was really good at creating positive work environments where the boss didn’t need to be this person to be feared. She was a woman of the people, and that’s how you wanted to be. Harry had learned a lot of leadership skills from her, maybe that’s why he was such a great supervisor to you as well. You watch as a sigh leaves his lips and it makes you smile.

“What’s better than this?” He asks, looking at you.

“Not much.”

“Do your legs hurt much?”

“A little. I stretched quickly when I got home.”

“You looked great out there today, you’re fearless on those black diamonds.”

“Oh…thanks.” If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the steam, they would be from his compliment. You knew he just meant your form and not necessarily your clothes, but still.

“Did I tell you that Paula invited me for Thanksgiving?”

“No!” You gasp. “You’re kidding?!”

“Nope.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Jocelyn did too, as if neither of them knew I hang with your family. I told them and they were shocked I wanted to go skiing with the boss again. Your mum’s like family to me at this point.”

“You also don’t really celebrate Thanksgiving.” You giggle. “Why go to someone’s home you barely know when you can basically just go on an early winter getaway?”

“Exactly! I don’t understand the women we work with, honestly. The second the picture of Amy left my desk it was like…I don’t know they stopped seeing me as a colleague and more like prey.”

“Does it bother you that so many women flirt with you?”

“It’s not just the women.” He smirks. “And no…not really. It’s mostly harmless. It’s not like they’re putting their hands on me or anything. And it’s not that none of them are attractive or anything.” He sinks a little further in and rests his head on the back of the cushion provided. “I just don’t want to date someone I work with.”

Your heart falls into your stomach. Why would he say something like this to you? You two sort of flirted at work, but mostly things were professional. He met you every morning to walk you upstairs, and he’d always bring you down to your car. Even if he was in a late afternoon meeting, he’d excuse himself at 4:30 to make sure you got downstairs okay.

“I mean, what’s there to talk about when you get home? I suppose if you work in separate divisions that’s not so bad. But the other person knows what you do all day. Seems a little boring.”

“But on the flip side, that person would know exactly what you’re going through and would be able to relate and understand your schedule. Why did you and Amy break up?”

“Uhh.” Harry has to really think about it. It was so long ago now. “We had started talking about moving in together, and she couldn’t understand why I would never try to get out of work earlier so we could go look at places. I stay late so I can leave my work at work. I would try to explain that to her. And then when I would come home early I’d have to be on my laptop answering emails. She didn’t feel prioritized, which I understood was annoying.”

“See? Someone you work with would totally understand.”

“She was also a couple years older than I am, and I could tell she felt like her clock was ticking.” He shrugs. “I wasn’t ready for all the steps she was, at the time.”

“You do tend to date a lot of older women.” You chuckle. “I think one time you brought a woman almost ten years older than you to one of our dinner parties.”

“I used to go out with a lot of divorced women.” He smiles.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I was young and it was easy to not commit to them. Some of them had kids and stuff, it was an easy out.”

“So you would date just to…fuck and then leave, essentially?”

“I wouldn’t phrase it like that, but I think deep down I saw it as a way that I could be with someone without fully needing to commit. Again, I was young and stupid.”

“You’re still young.”

“And maybe just a little less stupid.”

“Only a little.”

“And what about you? I think I’ve seen you bring every type of guy home with you. Jocks, artists, short guys, tall guys…”

“It’s easier to bring someone to family functions, you know how it is. Some of them were just friends. I never knew which things you were going to come to.” You say nonchalantly.

“Why would me being there matter?”

You realize now what you’ve admitted.

“You know, there’s a fridge out here full of wine, why don’t I-?” You start to get up, but he puts his hand on your shoulder to sit you back down.

“Just answer the question, Y/N.”

“Well…if we’re talking about being young…I obviously had a crush on you…back then.” You were starting to sweat, and it wasn’t from the steam popping out of the bubbles and jets. “I mean, what other teenage girl liked visiting their mom at work as much as I did? I remember the first time I saw you too, I came in after school to drop something off since I was able to drive myself, and I nearly passed out. You were talking with my mom and I felt too nervous to walk up to you. I never felt more like a child in my life. I gushed to my mom about you, and she told me you actually weren’t that much older than I was.”

“So you’d come around more just to see me? You never said more than hello?” He smirks.

“I was way too nervous. You know I almost asked you to take me to my prom?! How embarrassing.” You laugh. “One of my friends took me, obviously.”

“I remember when you came to the office in your dress.”

“It wouldn’t have been so weird if we got together. I was eighteen my entire senior year.”

“You still had a lot of growing up to do. Eighteen legally means you’re an adult, but other than that you’re still just a kid.”

“I realized that the second I got to college. I had a major culture shock. I mean, I was able to do my laundry myself, unlike other kids, but I definitely learned that a maid wasn’t coming around to make my bed or take out the trash. I grew up even more in grad school when I had my own apartment. My mom paid for it, but still.” You shrug. “I was really on my own.”

“Are you happy you went to grad school right after?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I would have gone back if I hadn’t just done it. You have your MBA, right?”

“Mhm, got it a couple years ago through this online program your mum helped me find. It was the only way I was able to move up the way I did.”

“So…it doesn’t totally weird you out that I had a thing for you?”

“Nah.” He smiles. “It’s flattering.”

You may have been willing to expose yourself, but Harry wasn’t. How could he say he had a thing for you too? It still felt weird to him. There was a reason he kept his distance from you. Now, things were less weird. You were twenty-four and he was twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight. You weren’t a child anymore.

“And it’s not weird to say this to my supervisor either?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“We’re off the clock, away from the office. Besides that, I won’t be your supervisor forever. You’re doing really well, you’ll move up soon.”

“Thanks.”

You desperately just wanted to lunge at him, throw your whole body and mind at him and have him fuck you right there in the hot tub, but the jets slowly came to a stop.

“Think that means we’re supposed to get out. Not supposed to stay in these things long.”

You watch as Harry stands up, your eyes following the droplets of water falling from his chest. He gets out and grabs a towel quickly. He picks up your robe and hands it to you. He looks in the other direction as you stand up and grab it from him.

“Fucking cold out.” He says and you start giggling.

You both go inside and go to your wing of the house.

“You looked away when I got out.” You say as you reach your doors.

“Pardon?”

“When I stood up and got out, you looked away.”

“I was just trying to give you your privacy.”

“Why?”

Now Harry was sweating.

“Because I’m not a guy who ogles women, okay?”

“Are you sure about that? I see the way you glance at me in the office. You’re always complimenting my clothes.”

“You wear nice clothes. Right now, you’re not wearing much, so I didn’t look.”

“My, what a gentleman.” You step a little closer to him. “I don’t mind if you look.” You whisper and then step away from him. “Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight.” He swallows hard as he watches you walk into your room. He goes into his room and locks his door. He wasn’t sure if you were playing a game, but he wouldn’t play it…not while on vacation with your family.

//

The next day he finds himself on the chair lift with your mother. You all had enjoyed a nice breakfast together before heading off to your various activities.

“Sleep well, Harry?”

“Yeah, beds are super comfortable.”

“You don’t mind having it to yourself this time around?”

“Not at all, I can really stretch out.” He chuckles.

“How was the hot tub? It working okay?”

“Uh…yeah…how did you know I used it?”

“Well, the second after Y/N left to go change you got up as well. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist.”

“She had mentioned it the night before. I asked her to ski with me yesterday, and she had said yes, but only if I joined her.”

“Right.” She smiles. “Was it just you two out there?”

“It was.”

“And how was that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you enjoy spending time with my daughter? Outside of work, I mean. You both work so well together. You’ve helped her out a lot there, you’re almost like a mentor now. She’ll move up quickly. She’ll be your equal before you know it.”

“She’s very bright.”

“She is. Anyways, outside of work, you both also make a great pair.”

They both jump off the chair once they’re at the top of the mountain.

“What exactly are you saying, Cheryl?”

“I’m saying I’m okay with it.”

“Okay with what?”

“If you wanted to date her, ask her out, whatever, I’d be okay with it. She’s grown woman, she can make her own choices. I would just hope you two weren’t scared to go for it because of me.”

“Cheryl…I…”

“If you don’t like her like that, then I apologize for overstepping. I’m not one of those overprotective people that’s going to stand in the way. I just ask that if you two decide to date, you disclose it with H.R. and keep things as professional in the workplace as possible.”

Before Harry has a chance to say anything, she begins her run down the mountain. He was thoroughly confused. Had she essentially just given him her blessing and permission to ask you out? He wanted to, he really wanted to, but was now the right time? On a fucking family vacation?

//

After the tiring day of taking a crack at snowboarding, you realized skiing was definitely the winter sport for you. Harry had just finished showering and gotten dressed in a sweater and pair of slacks. You were hanging out in your room, just taking some time to scroll on your phone. You hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” You call, not looking up from your phone. You were laying on your stomach, with your feet hanging in the air as your knees were bent. Your door opens and you sit up immediately when you see it’s Harry. He leans in the doorway.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How was your day?”

“Good, I tried snowboarding.”

“That’s nice. I went skiing with your mum.”

“Oh, I bet she enjoyed that.”

“She did.” He looks you up and down and squints at your comfy clothes. “Get dressed.”

“Why? We don’t need to be fancy for dinner.”

“Yes we do, because we’re going out tonight.”

“Oh, well no one told me.” You say, annoyed that the messaged hadn’t been relayed. You suppose it made sense since you’d all be cooking a lot once Thanksgiving actually came around.

“You’re misunderstanding me.”

You stop short as you reach your dresser.

“Then explain.”

“You and I are going out to eat. I’m taking you out.”

“Why?”

“So we can be alone.”

Your jaw nearly drops. Both of your eyebrows raise at him. It wasn’t exactly the nicest way for him to ask. This was how he spoke to people in meetings sometimes so they knew he meant business. It always sent a surge through you to see him be so…powerful.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, you’ve got thirty minutes.”

With that, he grabs your door handle and closes your door for you. You were stunned, but giddy. You pull out a cute sweater and a pair of jeans to wear with a nice pair of boots. You fix your hair and makeup, and you’re ready to go. Harry was waiting for you in the living room. He had already told your mother he was taking you out for dinner, and she had told everyone not to make a big fucking deal about it. He hands you your coat and out the door the two of you go. He opens the car door for you, and then he gets in on his side to start driving.

“So, where are we going?”

“Do you remember that Italian place we went to last year? I’ve got a craving for pasta and bread, lots and lots of bread.”

“Skiing all day will do that to you.” You giggle. “Works for me.”

“Good.”

His glove covered hand reaches for your and he intertwines his fingers with yours, resting the conjoined fist on your thigh. He doesn’t look at you, he keeps his eyes on the road. This was his subtle way of saying that was, in fact, a date. You give his hand a little squeeze to let him know that, in fact, you were okay with it.

Once you’re at the restaurant, he opens your door for you again, and leads you inside. You stay close to him for warmth, it was freezing outside.

“Hello, how many?” The hostess asks.

“Two, please.” Harry says.

“That’ll be fifteen minutes. Here’s a buzzer. Feel free to grab a drink at the bar while you wait.” She smiles and he takes the buzzer from her.

“Wanna grab a drink?” You ask him.

“No, we can just get a bottle ordered for the table.” He notices your slight disappointment. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah, makes sense.”

You both wait awkwardly until the buzzer buzzes and you’re brought to a table. You take your coat off and hang it on the back of your chair, and he does the same.

“You can pick the wine.” He says, smiling. “I’m fine with whatever you like.”

“Well, I’ll wanna pick out something that would taste good with our meal. I was thinking chicken parm.”

“You know, so was I.”

“Perfect, then a bottle of red…some merlot maybe?”

“Sounds good to me.”

A waiter comes over with water and bread, and takes your full order. You butter your bread and take a bite.

“Mm, so fresh.” You say, and dab your mouth with your napkin.

“It’s delicious. I won’t even be mad at myself if I fill up on it.”

The waiter comes back with the bottle of wine and opens it for you both. He pours the glasses and leave you alone after. You both clink your glasses together and take a sip.

“So.” You say.

“So.” He repeats.

“Why is this happening?”

“Because…I-“

“I thought you didn’t want to date people you worked with.”

“You’re the exception.”

You were the exception for a lot of things. Harry only exclusively dated older women, and here you were three years younger than he was. He hated spoiled rich kids. But here you were, not so spoiled, but definitely rich. He hated brats, but here you were, knowing full well how much of a brat you could be if you really felt like it.

“Well, don’t I feel lucky.” You say, sarcastically with a smirk of your own.

“Do you not want to be on a date with me?”

“No, I do. I have for a long time, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He repeats.

“How long have you wanted to take me out for?”

“Too long.”

You smile and bite your bottom lip as he smiles and takes a careful sip of his wine.

“You know you’re cute, come off it.” He says.

“Oh, so you only like me for that fact alone?”

“Not true. I like a lot of things about you, but I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of listing them.”

Your food is brought over and you both thank the food runner before diving in. He watches as you elegantly twirl your spaghetti with your fork onto the large spoon so you don’t make a mess. He starts with his chicken.

“This is as good as I remember.” He says. “Much better company this time around though.” He grins and it makes you blush.

“I agree.”

It’s a good date, a really good date. You were able to open up to him about things you wouldn’t normally. You talked about what your friends were doing with their lives. He talked about his friends as well. Some of them were married, some of them were traveling. He was sort of just in the middle, and fine with it. You don’t finish all of your food, the plates were far too big, but you both wrap it up to take it home. Someone was bound to eat it. You’re both given minty chocolates and Harry squares up the check.

“Thanks for paying.” You say as you get your coat back on.

“Don’t mention it.” He says, taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant.

When he pulls into the driveway of the large house, he only pulls partially in before parking, keeping the car on, heat blasting.

“What are you doing?”

“M’not ready to go in yet. Not sure I want our date to be over already.” He unbuckles and turns slightly to look at you. You unbuckle as well so you can look at him comfortably.

“Good thing it went well, could make the rest of the week pretty awkward.”

Harry laughs at that and nods his head. He grabs a tic tac from his console and pops one in his mouth.

“Want one?”

“Please.” You hold your hand out and he shakes the small container so one comes out. “People don’t value tic tacs enough. They’re the perfect little mints, you know?” You say, sucking on it.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” He leans his are on the steering wheel so he can rest his chin on his palm. He was smiling at you, just truly enjoying your company. “I have that thought at work nearly twenty times a day, and I never get to say it loud.”

“Well, you should. Nothing wrong with an ego boost, right?”

“Y/N.” He chuckles. “Why would I say something that could so easily make you uncomfortable?” His mouth forms into a straight line. “I would never want to make anyone feel uncomfortable where they work. Why do you think I keep my distance, physically? I never lean over your desk, or get too close to you.”

“I appreciate that a lot. You definitely make me feel comfortable.”

“Good. I’d feel terrible if I ever did something…”

“Harry.” You put your hand over the one he wasn’t resting his chin on. “It’s all good.” You smile. “You’ve always been really professional, and respectful.” You give him a reassuring smile. “But we’re not at work right now, so if you wanna get a little closer to me…I wouldn’t mind.”

“So, what you’re saying is…” He lifts his chin from his palm and gently cups one of you cheeks. “If I were to kiss you right now, that would be okay?”

“More than okay.”

He smiles and leans in. You close your eyes in anticipation, and smile once his lips are on yours. You always wondered if something like this would ever happen with him. It mostly happened in unclear, faded dreams. His hand gently moves to the back your neck to pull your closer to him. Your hands find the front of his jacket so you can also tug him closer to you. It was difficult kissing in the front seats of the car, but you were trying to just focus on the way he kissed you.

He sighs happily against you. You get a little carried away and take his parted lips as an invitation to gently bite down on his bottom lip. You let go of him and look up at him through your lashes. He doesn’t let you get to far away before he slots his mouth over yours, and you both essentially grope each other. The windows in the car were starting to fog as you both started breathing heavily, and you weren’t even kissing with tongue! Not yet, anyways. You both still easily tasted like Italian food, the tic tacs only helped a little. Harry could feel the front of his pants tightening and that was when he decided to pull away.

“Right.” He clears his throat and adjusts his jacket. “They’re probably wondering, uh, where we are so.”

Before you can say anything, he throws the car in drive and gets you the rest of the way up the driveway. He gets out and opens the door for you. All you do is smile. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. When you get inside various people are hanging around the fireplace. Some people are playing cards, and your mother was in the kitchen getting certain dishes prepared so there was less to do on Thanksgiving itself.

“Hey, you two.” Ed says, with a smile. “There’s some hot chocolate in the crockpot if you’re interested.”

“Thanks, Ed.” Harry smiles and takes his coat off. “Would you like some?”

“Please.” You say and hang up the coats.

Harry gets two mugs and fills them up with the homemade drink. Cheryl smiles at the two of you as you walk in and take a sip.

“How was dinner?” She asks.

“Good, we went to that Italian place we all went to last year. Still just as good, if not better.” You tell her.

“Glad to hear it.” She smiles. “Everyone’s just been relaxing. I think tomorrow we’re taking a trip out for a little hike, and then in the evening we’re going to look at those ice castles. They look so much better at night. Then taking a break on Thanksgiving of course. Too much cooking to do.”

“Sounds good, mum.” You finish your drink and stick the mug in the sink. “Think I’m gonna go get cozy for the night.” You give her a kiss on the cheek and give Harry a look before going to your room.

Cheryl smirks at Harry.

“What?”

“You had a good time, then?”

“Yes.” He chuckles and rinses out the two mugs. He leans against the counter and crosses his arms, studying Cheryl. “What’s your angle with all this? Mum’s usually like me, but you’re really adamant about this.”

“As Y/N’s mother, I want her to be happy. She’s gushed about you for years, and well, you’re both at an appropriate age now, I think it’s fine if you date. I know you really well, Harry. You’re not the type to hurt a girl. Even if it didn’t work out, I know you’d still be sweet about it. I trust you with her. No other angle than I think you could make her happy, I think you could make each other happy. Things didn’t work out with my first husband, that’s why divorce is a thing. Ed and I make each other happy, I didn’t have that before. I see the way you two look at each other. You have something, and it would be silly to not go for it.” She puts her knife down that she was using to chop some vegetables. “I suppose it seems like I’m trying to pimp her out, doesn’t it?” She laughs.

“Little bit.” Harry laughs with her.

“Well, I don’t mean to. She can make those choices on her own.” She looks in the direction you had walked off. “Something tells me she’s waiting for you.”

“And you’re alright with that.”

“Well, maybe just don’t get busy while we’re all under one roof, but it might be nice to have an after date chat, don’t you think? Hang out a little?”

Harry laughs and shakes his head. He makes his way down the hall where his bedroom is. He uses the bathroom, brushes his teeth, and then changes into some sweatpants. He puts a long sleeve bed shirt on as well. He opens his door and sees yours is a crack open. He taps on the door frame.

“Y/N?”

“It’s open.” You say, this time a little less loud. He opens the door and sees you on the bed in your pj’s, snuggled up. “Come in.”

He smiles and closes the door behind him. He sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie? This TV has a chromecast.”

“Great idea.” He climbs up the bed to sit next to you as you set everything up. You put an easy going comedy on.

You lean back and he puts his arm around you so you can both get really cozy. It didn’t take long until you both passed out. You woke up in the middle of the night with Harry’s arms wrapped around you, his pelvis pressed to your butt. He liked to spoon, he could sleep comfortably like this with you. You sigh and fall back to sleep easily.

//

Harry woke up before you. He presses kisses to your temple before getting out of your bed. When you turn over you feel where he slept was still warm. He must have gotten up to start his day. You were a sweaty mess after your hike. You couldn’t wait for the sun to set so you could go to the ice castles and see them all lit up.

Harry held your hand the entire time, he even wraps his arms around your chest as he walked behind you, pointing out different ways the lights hit the ice. It was very romantic. Or, it would have been if your siblings weren’t around with their kids. But nonetheless, it was nice.

The next day you all help cook and set up for a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. You sit right next to Harry, and he holds your hand under the table. You had driven up with your mom, but you opt to drive home with Harry the next day. You both were desperate to just be alone together.

“Do you want me to drop you off so you can unpack and all that? I can come grab you later if you want.”

“That’d be great, and I can just drive myself to your place if that’s easier.”

“Whatever works.”

He helps you get all your things inside, and after a few minutes of kissing, he leaves you to go take care of his own things. You shower and freshen up after unpacking, and then hop in your car to Harry’s. You weren’t sure what your evening would look like, but you didn’t really care. You were just happy to maybe do a little more than kiss.

You text him when you get to his place, and the doorman lets you in. You get into the elevator and head up. You knock on his door and he opens it, yanking you in and shoving you up against the wall next to the door. Clearly, he wanted to do more than kiss as well.

He had one hand cupping your cheek, and the other on the side of your neck to keep you in place. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. His hands drift down your sides, and you feel yourself being hoisted up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you down the hall to his bedroom. You tug at his hair as your tongue slips into his mouth. His molds to yours as he sets you down. He groans into you and it sends a shiver up your spine. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Get on the bed.” You tell him. He sits down, but your shake your head. “Sit all the way back, I’m not kneeling on the hard wood.”

His eyebrows fly up when he realizes what you’re talking about. He quickly gets back further on the bed. You crawl on, and sit on his lap. He kisses on your neck while you roll your hips down on his. His hands slide to your ass to grope and squeeze at you. You nip at his lips before getting of his lap and settling between his legs. Your fingers fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans.

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Yes.” He breathes. “Do whatever you want.”

You grin and slide your hand inside his jeans, palming him above his boxers. His head rolls back from your touch alone. It was something he’s wanted for so long. You tug his jeans down, he lifts his hips to help you, and you get them all the way off. You lift his shirt slightly to kiss on his tattooed stomach as you work your way down. You tug his boxers down and his hard dick springs out, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes grow wide and you look up at him.

“Jesus.” You say under your breath as you start to rub your thumb over his tip.

“Fuck.” He breathes as his head rolls back again. He felt like he was being pampered.

You let go of him, only for a minute, to get some spit on your hand. You start pumping him up and down, slowly at first. You gets yourself settled on your knees, leaning forward so your ass was in the air, and you kiss his tip. He looks down as you swirl your tongue around him before sinking further down on his hard dick. You couldn’t take all of him, even if you tried, so you pump what won’t fit. One of his hands slides down your back and down to your ass to squeeze at you. His other hand works through your hair to hold it back for you. He moans out when you swallow around him and really start bobbing your head up and down.

“Feels so good, Y/N, fuck.” His hips buck up involuntarily, causing you to gag slightly on him. “Sorry, babe.”

You squeeze one his thighs to let him know it’s okay. Your eyes flicker to his tiger tattoo, and if you weren’t sucking him off you’d smile at it. Harry was so interesting. You couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. Like right now, you couldn’t wait to learn how he tasted, how he really tasted.

“Oh god, fuck, I’m gonna come.” He says through gritted teeth. “Y/N, you don’t have to, ah!”

One of your hands slides up to his throat. You just needed him to shut up for a second so you could focus on the task at hand. His eyes were wild while he looked down at the scene before him. Your little hand wrapped around his throat while you sucked on him vigorously. You move up to just suck his tip while his come shoots into your mouth. You suck and suck until he can’t stand it anymore. You pop off him and let his throat go free. You make eye contact with him while you swallow.

“You…you didn’t have to do that.” He says, while trying to get his breath.

“I know, I wanted to.” You wipe the corners of your mouth, and tug his boxers back up. He winces slightly from the sensitivity.

“Alright.” He lifts his shirt up overhead and pins you down, you giggle at his sudden movements. “Your turn.” He unzips, your pants, but you stop him.

“I can’t.”

“Wh-why not?” He pouts.

“I got my period this morning.”

“Of course.” He sighs and hangs his head.

“Sorry.” You giggle and runs your hand through his curls.

“It’s okay, know you have no control over it.” He sits back up against the headboard and pulls you into his arms. “That was really nice, thank you.” He pecks your lips and you smile.

“My pleasure.”

“Want me to order something for dinner? I haven’t had a chance to go grocery shopping yet.”

“How does Chinese sound?”

“Perfect.” He kisses you again before getting off his bed. You lay back and sigh. His bed was really comfy, you could get used to this.

//

Monday morning everyone was feeling refreshed from the holiday. You and Harry drove separately since you still finished work earlier than him. He walks you upstairs like always, only this time before he goes into his office to change out of his gym clothes, he gives you a kiss and a pat on the bum. He knew he had to be careful, though, not too much PDA in the office.

Once he was changed he comes out of his office. You had his coffee ready to go like always. He takes it happily, but decides to speak up.

“I wanna start getting my own coffee.”

“Why?” You frown.

“I feel weird with you doing that kind of stuff for me now that we’re…involved.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” You smirk.

“Hanging out, dating, whatever.” He shrugs. “Getting me coffee doesn’t fall under the umbrella other tasks as assigned.”

“But it did before?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Only because it was an excuse to have a nice chat in the morning.” He smiles and sips his coffee. “You understand what I’m trying to say, though, right?”

“I do.” You smile at him, and then bite your lip. “Um…when do you, I mean, should we…”

“Let’s see how things go before we go to H.R., yeah?”

He could read your mind, and it gave you some relief.

“Okay.”

He winks at you and goes back into his office. He had a ton of emails to answer from being off last week.

“Y/N?” He calls for you and you go right in.

“Yes?” He shoots his eyes at you. “Mr. Styles.” You grin.

“If I forward you a few emails, could answer some people for me? I hate to make you the middle man, but some of this doesn’t need my attention.”

“Of course! Happy to help.” You smile.

“Thanks you.” He smiles back. “Would you mind closing my door? I have some calls to make.”

You nod and close the door behind you. He forwards you about ten emails, but you didn’t mind. It gave you something to do. You worked fast, so you often would get bored. He’s in and out of his office once his calls are made. When noon finally rolls around he comes out of his office and drums his fingers on your desk. You were standing up, thanks to having that kind of desk, and had your earbuds in. You raise an eyebrow at him and pause your music.

“Yes?”

“It’s lunch time.” He grins.

“So it is.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“Where?”

“Just in my office.” He shrugs.

“Alright.” You smile. “I just need to heat my food up.”

“Great, come in when you’re all set.”

You go to the breakroom to grab your good. You lean on the counter next to the microwave as you wait for your food to heat up. Paula and a couple of other women walk in.

“Oh, hi, Y/N.” She says.

“Hi ladies, have a good Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, it was good. Probably not as good as yours though. Must be nice to go skiing.”

“It’s an old family tradition.”

“Well, it’s not just family though, is it?” She scoffs and grabs her good out of the fridge.

“Everyone that goes might as well be.” The microwave beeps and you grab your food. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all.” She shrugs and puts her food in the microwave. “Must be nice, is all.”

“What?”

“To just get everything you want all the time.” Another woman says.

“I don’t…I work really hard for the things I have.”

“Right, must be nice to just pay mommy rent while you live in her pool house.”

“She’s alone a lot. My step-dad is a pilot, he’s not home with her when she’d like him to be. I wanted to move out and she asked me if I’d want to live in our…you know what? I don’t owe any of you an explanation. You can just be bitter.” You scoff and leave quickly. You go right into Harry’s office and sit down with a huff.

“Everything alright?”

“No.” You shake your head and angry stick your fork into your lunch. “There’s a bunch of bitches that work here, and I’m annoyed.” You sigh. “You don’t think everything’s been handed to me, do you?”

“I think you’ve lived a very blessed life, but your mum’s done a good job raising you. I’ve seen you act like a real brat before, but I wouldn’t call you spoiled or anything.”

“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes.

“Tell me what happened, what’s going on?”

“Paula and her crones were a little rude to me in the breakroom.”

“They’re just mad because I don’t pay them the time of day, and they’re jealous you work for me. I’m sorry you’re getting the brunt of that.”

“It’s okay…maybe we should go to H.R. sooner then. If they find out about anything before we disclose…they could just make it worse. The whole thing just feels so high school, it’s fucking stupid. Grow up.” You shake your head and take a bite of your food. You look at him. He had his chin resting on his palm, smiling at you. “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you get all fired up.”

“You think everything I do is cute.” You chuckle.

“You got me there.” He takes a bite of his own food. “We can go down a bit before you leave for the day if you like. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable with anything. And…I mean…do you want me to talk to your mum?”

“About what?”

“I can tell her that the other women have been rude. I can tell her what they’ve said to me before too. Or I could just straight up talk to them myself. I don’t care.”

“Let’s just go to H.R. first.” You take a sip of your water. “I don’t wanna add fuel to the fire.”

“Fair enough.” He sighs. “So, how would you like to come over tonight? I have stuff to make this chicken and noodle dish in my instant pot. Only takes like thirty minutes once it’s altogether.”

“That sounds amazing, but I can’t. I make dinner with mom on Mondays. We make a big casserole that we can have during the week. You could come over if you wanted. You know how much she loves when you come over for dinner.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You wouldn’t be, please, come to dinner.”

“Alright.” He smiles. “Um…” His voice gets a little quieter. “How’s your, uh, are you still, um…?”

“Yes, I still have my period.” You chuckle. “I promise, once it’s done, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” He stands up from his desk and comes over to you. He cups your cheeks in his hands and leans in to kiss you. Just as his lips were on yours, there’s a knock on his door. “Jesus Christ.” He groans. He walks over to the door and opens it. “Yes?”

“Hi, Harry.”

“Oh, hi, Jennifer.”

“I came by because I have some of that pumpkin br-“ She stops when she sees you sitting. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Just a little lunch meeting.” You say, standing up. “Lots of emails and meetings to get through this afternoon. Mr. Styles wanted us on the same page. Excuse me.” You stand up and look at him before leaving.

“Leave it open, please.” He says to you and you nod.

“Anyways, I brought you that pumpkin bread you like so much.”

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” He takes it from her and he puts it on his desk.

“Well, you raved about it last year, so I made sure to make more.” She blushes. “How was your break? You went skiing with Cheryl’s family, right?”

“Yeah…it was fun. I get along well with everyone.”

“Must be nice to be so close with the boss.”

“I suppose.”

“Anyways, um, do you have plans Friday?”

You hear her ask it, and your eyes widen with rage. You never really realized how much people through themselves at him.

“Uh, well, this is sort of awkward, but I’m sort of seeing someone, and I’ll probably be seeing them Friday, sorry.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Harry.” Her face goes red. “I had no idea.”

“Well, that’s the funny thing about having a personal life, it’s, uh, personal.”

You can’t help but laugh when you hear him say that. You clap your hand over your mouth so they don’t hear you. You watch Jennifer leave his office in defeat. He comes out to you.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” You shake your head. “So, you’re seeing someone, huh? I wonder how long that’ll take to spread around.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Very funny. What did you want me to say, that I have a girlfriend? Haven’t really had that conversation yet have we?”

“Conversation about what?” Your mom says. “Harry, we have a meeting in five, get your laptop. Phil’s in on this one.” She rolls her eyes. “Hi, honey.” She smiles at you.

“Hi.” You smile back. “Can Harry join for dinner tonight?”

“Course he can, happy to have him.” She looks back at Harry. “Let’s go.”

Harry grabs his laptop and follows your mom.

//

Around 4PM, Harry grabs you so you both can go see Mary in H.R.

“Hi you two.” She smiles. “To what do I owe this visit?”

“Mary, Y/N and I are, uh, seeing each other.”

“Oh! Well, that’s great. Is it serious?”

“It could become serious, it’s still new.” You say. “We just wanted to do the right thing and disclose it.”

“And did this start on company property?”

“No.” You say at the same time.

“Alright then, let me get the forms. Y/N, you know things could get sticky with Harry being your supervisor.”

“I know, we’ve discussed it.”

“And…your mother…?”

“She’s thrilled.” You say with a smile.

“Alright, here you go. Fill these out and bring them back to me tomorrow morning.”

“Can do, thanks Mary.” Harry smiles.

Harry walks you out to your car and gives you a quick peck on the cheek goodbye. He tells you he’ll be over around seven for dinner, and you tell him to bring something to sleep in.

//

“Wait, so has everyone in our office hit on you?” Your mom asks Harry as she spoons him some lasagna. “Why did you tell me before?”

“It wasn’t really a big deal.” He shrugs.

“It’s bound to get around that he’s seeing someone, and it’ll only be a matter of time before everyone finds out it’s me.”

“Well, then, they’ll just have to deal with it, won’t they? We’re all adults.” She shakes her head as she sits down. “If anyone has an issue, they can bring it up to me.”

Everyone takes a bite of the lasagna.

“Mm, well done, Y/N.” Your mom says.

“Yeah, it’s delicious.” Harry smiles at you.

“Thanks.”

After dinner, you and Harry say goodnight to your mom and head out to the pool house. You settle in on your couch for some TV and much needed snuggles.

“Does your mum ever leave to visit Ed on his routes?”

“On the weekends sometimes, why?”

“Well, if you don’t wanna be alone on the property, you can always stay with me.”

“Aww.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks.” You shift yourself so you can straddle his lap, and bury your head in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.

“Feels nice to just do this.”

“Mhm.” You nuzzle into him further.

“Comfortable?” He chuckles.

“You have no idea.” You kiss his neck and sigh. “Wanted this for so long, Harry.” You kiss his neck again, and linger a little this time.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“You’re gonna get me all riled up, and I can’t do anything to you that I want to.”

“I could just take care of you again, I don’t mind.”

“But I wanna be able to take care of you, Y/N.”

You lift your head so you can look at him.

“Just a few more days, then I’m all yours.”

“Can’t wait.”

“So…do we really have plans Friday night?”

“Sure.” He smirks. “Anything you have in mind?”

“I need to go to the mall to do some holiday shopping. Feel up to it?”

“The mall on a Friday after work?” He raises his eyebrows. “You’re serious?”

“I’m an expert shopper.” You peck at his lips. “And if you come with me you’ll get a reward.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.”

//

Friday after work, you and harry drive out to the mall. Everyone at work seemed pretty cool the rest of the week. Maybe a memo went out? You tried not to question it. All you could focus on was how cute Harry looked in his suit while walking around the mall with you. You at least had the sense to change.

“Let’s see, mom’s been looking for a new baking set, so let’s stop in at Crate and Barrel, first.”

“Sounds good.”

Harry basically just follows you in and out of a ton of different stores. He’s a perfect gentleman and carries all your bags. You insist you can carry some, but he tells you you’re crazy, and you just keep walking. Eventually you walk by a Victoria’s Secret. You hadn’t shopped there in a really long time since it was super overrated, but a wicked idea comes over you.

“Harry, are you getting hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Why don’t we go to Chipotle? Just have something quick? I need to stop into a couple more stores. You know what I like form there, right?”

“The tacos.”

“Exactly, why don’t you head in and I’ll meet you, yeah?”

“Works for me.”

You watch him walk away before going into the store. Your period ended Wednesday, but you two hadn’t had time to get intimate. You look at a few things, and fine a cute little turquoise set that you think he’d like.

“Would I be able to buy this and then go change into it?” You ask the woman at the register.

“Of course, miss.”

You find Harry in Chipotle, and scarf down your tacos. He gets everything you bought into the car and off you go.

“Mine or yours, babe?” He asks.

“Let’s go to yours. Your bed is so comfy.”

“So is yours.” He rubs his hand over your thigh.

“I do my best.” You chuckle. “But I’d definitely rather go to yours tonight.”

He smiles and takes the exit for his apartment. You tell him the bags can just stay in the trunk for now. You both get upstairs, and he sighs with relief when he gets his tie off.

“Just gonna change.” He says to you.

“That’s a good idea, I’ll do the same.”

You follow him in and he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Where’s your bag?”

“Oh, I just figured you’d be give me something to wear.”

“Sure!” He turns to his dresser. “Do you want sweatpants, shorts, just a big…” he turns back to you and his jaw drops when he sees your lingerie. “When…where…what’s happening right now?”

“Why do you think I sent you off to get food?” You stroll over to his and run your hands up his chest. “Do you like it?”

“You look incredible. Been dreaming about this.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses you. You moan when his hands run down your back and down to your ass.

“I’m gonna treat you so well, make you feel amazing because you don’t deserve anything less.”

He lays you down on the bed and strips down to his boxers. He hovers over you and kisses down your chest. He sucks on the fleshy area that’s spilling out of the top of your lacey bra. His hands move around your to unhook it, and he gets it off of you all the way. He sucks on each of your nipples, swirling his tongue around, really putting a show on for you.

“You always smell so fucking good, I love your perfume.” He says as he kisses down your stomach.

“I knew you liked it.” You run a hand through his hair. “I just had to keep wearing it.”

“Drives me crazy. It’s the sweetest smell in the world.”

He sucks a nice bruise on your hip while his thumb trails over the lace material of your panties. He could see that you’re wet for him already, he can feel it to once his thumb pushes gently inside. You groan while he does it.

“Please, don’t tease me, Harry.”

“But that’s the best part. Gotta really make sure you want it.”

“I do, I swear, please, just take them off.

“You went to all this trouble to buy these for me, shame for them to go to waste.” He kisses you through the material and your hips buck up towards his mouth. “So reactive.” He smirks.

“You know, I could easily just go home and do this myself, so if you want to-“

“Don’t be like that.” He pouts and hooks his fingers into his panties. “I’m simply trying to savor the moment. I’m about to see this precious little cunt for the first time. You have no idea how honored I feel.”

He slides your panties down your legs and tosses them aside. He kisses both of your knees before spreading your legs apart. He gazes at you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Harry.” You giggle and kick at him. “Stop it.” You were starting to blush.

“Can’t help it.”

He gets settled between your legs and spreads you apart with his thumbs. He uses his fingers to rub around your already slick folds. He sucks the same fingers into his mouth and it makes you bite your bottom lip. His middle finger runs along your center before slowly pushing inside. You gasp when you feel the cool of his ring hit you. He pumps it in and out of you, just trying to gauge how tight you may be.

“When was the last time?”

“When was the last time what?” You grunt.

“You’re really tight, not complaining, but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I don’t know, um, I can’t really think right now while you’re doing that.”

“Alright.” He takes his finger away from you completely and you whimper.

“The last time it was someone, and not just one of my dildos was over the summer, alright?”

“When do you use the-“

“Not that often, only sometimes. I’ll fucking let you use one on me sometime if it means you’ll just keep working me over, please, Harry.” You pout at him.

“Can’t say no to that can I?”

He uses both of his hands to keep your legs open, and he dives right in. He licks all around you and sucks on your clit harshly.

“Oh my god.” You tug at his hair just as hard it makes him groan against you.

You feel his teeth graze over the little nub, and it makes you clench around nothing. You wanted his fingers again, but he needed his hands on your thighs to keep you open. He pulls up from you.

“Ride my face.”

“What?!”

“Come on, come sit on my face. I’ll fuck you with my tongue, it’ll feel great.”

He lays back with his head on the pillow and gestures for you to come to him. You shrug and straddle his face. You gasp when you feel his tongue on you again. You grip at his head board, and your eyes roll into the back of your head when you feel the slight scruff on his chin rub up against you. He gets his tongue inside you, and you essentially start riding it. His hands grip your hips, pressing bruises into your plushy skin.

“Oh my god, Harry, holy shit.”

The bed was shaking at this point. You thought you might be hurting him, but when you looked down his eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pure bliss fucking you with his tongue.

“Fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuck!” You scream as you feel your release come.

You feel Harry suck on your cunt so he doesn’t miss a drop of anything. He slowly lifts you off of him so he can get some air. His mouth, chin, and a little of his nose were wet with your slick.

“Sorry.” You use your hand to clean him up.

“Don’t be.” He licks his lips. “You taste so fucking good, could do that for hours.”

“How about you use your dick instead?”

“You’re ready for that? We don’t have to move that fast if you don’t want to.”

“Harry, I really want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for five fucking years, please.”

He grabs you by your throat and pins you down on the bed.

“No need to beg, darling, all you had to do was say you wanted to.” He lets you go and kiss your lips. He stands up off the bed and takes his boxers off. “See, I’m getting nice and naked for you.” He smirks. “Do I need to use a condom or…?”

“Nah, I have an IUD. Wanna feel you.”

He smiles and gets back on the bed. He pumps himself a couple of times and spreads you back apart. He pushes inside you and you can’t help but moan loudly. You’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long, and so has he. It’s incredibly satisfying.

“Ngh, you’re so fucking big, it feels so good.” Your head rolls back as he bottoms out.

He starts moving slowly as he buries his face in your neck. He sucks on your soft skin and lets it go with a pop.

“Fuck.” You breathe.

He snakes a hand between the two of you so he rub at your throbbing clit. You knead one of your own breasts, but he swats your hand away so he can do it.

“You just need to tell me what you want, want you like, and I’ll do it, okay?”

“Okay.”

He dips his head to suck on your nipple and your hands move to his back to dig your nails in. You start tightening around him when you feel his fingers rub your clit with more precision.

“Oh, shit. Oh my god, Harry!” You were panting. You felt like your heart was going to beat out your chest. Your back arches when you come again.

“Feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He fucks your through it, and wait for your to calm down before pulling out. You whimper at the loss of him. “Don’t worry, got a nice position for us I think you’ll like.

He sits up against the head board, and gets you in his lap, facing away from him. You were on his dick again and it felt amazing. You back was flush with his chest, and your head was on his shoulder. His tongue was in your mouth while one of his hands was rubbing your clit in rhythm with his thrusts, and the other was snaked around your chest to keep you in place.

His mouth leaves yours so he can kiss on your neck and shoulder. He looks down at the way he’s rubbing you and then at your face. Your head was rolled back into his shoulder and you were biting your bottom lip.

“Feels good, babe?”

“Feels amazing.” You tighten around him.

“Wanna come together?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, just hold on for me.”

He stops rubbing you, and moves both of his hands to your hips. He moves you up and down faster so you were basically bouncing up and down on him. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“Harry, fuck!”

“Hold on, Y/N.” He groans. “Almost there.”

“Harry, please!”

“One second.”

All of the blood in your body was rushing to your ears, you felt like you couldn’t hear anymore. Your vision was starting to go blurry as well. He nips at your earlobe and then you feel his breath on you.

“Come for me, baby.” He whispers and that’s when you let go.

You feel his warm come shoot up inside you. You cry out as your orgasm prolongs. It was so good, so very good. You both slowly catch your breaths from the ordeal. Your legs felt like gelatin as you stood. You desperately needed to pee.

When you come back out he tosses you a large t-shirt. You giggle and put it on, and then crawl into bed with him. He throws his arm around you as you snuggle up to his chest.

“I don’t wanna sound clingy, but I hope you know, I’m never letting you go.” You say, pressing kisses to cheek, neck, and chest.

“Lucky for you, I like clingy. M’not letting you go either.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you both get settled into a goodnight’s sleep.

//

After basically staying in bed with Harry all weekend, you found it difficult to concentrate at work. You had so many scenarios in your head, but the one you wanted most was for him to bend you over his desk, but he made it clear with you that the office was off limits. He explained that he didn’t want to do anything to risk losing his job. You had to respect that.

The holidays came and went. You each got each other something small since you had only been together for about a month, but you spent the New Year together and it was just wonderful. Most people at work knew you were dating Harry. It was hard not to when he’d randomly get you flowers to keep on your desk, or when he might steal glances of you during a meeting.

Once summer came around again, and you had been there for an entire year, you were up for a promotion. You were excited because it involved you having your own office, but you were sad that you wouldn’t be handling things for Harry anymore. You had to train a new assistant, and you were even less thrilled when you saw it was just some girl fresh out of her undergrad. You thought you’d be jealous, but you watched how Harry was with her. She was to only call him Mr. Styles, and he did the same things with her as he did with you. He never got too close, the door was rarely closed if they were alone together, and a picture of you was front and center on his desk. No room for funny business.

He loved staying over at your place, and swimming in the pool with you, especially at night, and especially when your mom was away. You could get away with skinny dipping, which meant getting away with getting fucked in the pool. You’d cook together and hang out almost every night.

“Hey.” He says to one Saturday afternoon as you both were laying out by the pool.

“Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Harry.” You chuckle. “You say it like you haven’t been saying it for the last six months.” All he does is pout at you. “I’m in love with you too.”

He smiles and goes back to facing front, taking a sip of his drink. Life was good, life was very, very good.

[jaimetheexplorer]

McWexler obituary

It took me the whole day to put my thoughts in order about this episode (my Kettlemans theory did NOT age well!).

Overall, if it had to end with them parting ways, they definitely went about it the right way: their relationship means so much to each other, and there is still so much love there. No backstabbing, betrayals, or resentment. I can go back and rewatch the entire show without what happened in this episode cheapening or ruining their bond or any of their meaningful moments through the seasons. I do take issue with the statement that apart they’re “ok��� (Kim, maybe; Jimmy, not so much) and together they are “poison” (at times, yes; but they also bring out the best in each other, their relationship is based on more than just scams - they had a decade long relationship BEFORE their first scam - and even their scams have sometimes done good - see Acker keeping his home, or Kim’s client taking the deal over a risky trial). But I get it that in a break-up scene, the negatives are going to be emphasized over the positives.

But, overall, I think my main feeling was to be rather underwhelmed, considering this was meant to be the resolution of 6 seasons of buildup to the “Where is Kim in BrBa/What finally turns Jimmy into full Saul?” questions. Kim dying or leaving were basically the two most common options. And while predictable isn’t always bad (and, again, as far as breakups go, this was very good; everyone expected Kim to leave him because he went too far, but she left because SHE went too far), and it was consistent with who we have been shown Kim to be as a person (caught in the duality between her thrill for scams and her guilt and morals), I was hoping for… I don’t know… something a bit more creative. The main thing that attracted me to this show was that every time you thought you knew what Kim would do (i.e., fall into the normal “moral compass” trope for the “bad boy”) they would surprise me by turning it on its head, and having her do the opposite. So when we saw her confront Cheryl Hamlin, I was hopeful for a second that that would be it; the moment you think Kim will crumble under guilt, she becomes Mrs Goodman instead (not that I wanted her to get rid of the guilt entirely; again, I love the duality of Kim). So having this end with a sort of confirmation of the trope (Kim leaves her conscience says it's too much), wasn't as exciting to me as the alternative.

More than anything, though, I think the biggest problem I have with this is that it feels so rushed. Which is so unusual for a show that usually takes a season to get through a couple of months, and takes its time to let things develop organically. We barely got to see any of the thought process or ways in which Jimmy and Kim handled the aftermath of Howard’s death and their trauma (most of it happened off screen). On top of that, I am meant to believe that Kim would decide to leave the most important relationship of her life within 48 hours of them being willing to die and kill for each other? And, as if that weren’t enough, DISBAR herself just like that? I just feel like this should have required a bit more mulling over on her part. Granted, she’s known to make sudden decisions (like leaving S&C), but this was not about leaving a job, it was about taking her entire life and burning it to the ground. Unless they are planning to treat this as a knee-jerk, PTSD reaction to everything that went down, with Kim literally imploding only to later realize just what it is she has done, it would have been more believable to explore the complexities of that fallout over a longer period of time. Stretch it out over a couple of episodes, spanning a few months, exploring the ways in which Jimmy and Kim try to move on: perhaps Jimmy becomes manic to compensate and support Kim through her trauma, while Kim is eaten up by guilt and self-loathing; maybe indeed they buy the house and try so hard but fail to return to normal. I just find it hard to believe that Kim wouldn’t have at least tried to hold on, especially since she risked losing Jimmy 48 hours prior.

But, it is what it is. And, regardless of the above, overall this will probably end up being one of my favorite shows of all time, if not even my favorite. I am so happy that after my experience with GoT I can watch something end in a way I didn’t particularly want or agree with, but appreciate it nonetheless because it’s not due to bad writing but personal preference. I am also happy that it showed me I can be invested in a fictional relationship again, and that it can end in tragedy without crapping all over everything that made it so good and special to me. I’ve had the time of my life watching these two together, and that wasn’t retroactively ruined by the ending.

P.S. I know the show isn't over yet and I'm talking as if it is. I guess since Kim/McWexler were my main draw to the show, in a sense it sort of feels like the end, for me. I don't expect to see much of Kim in the next episode(s) and I don't know that I believe she'll reunite with Gene in the future. I'm trying to keep my expectations to zero. I feel like unless we spend a good amount of time showing Jimmy/Gene and Kim working through their trauma and growing while apart (which we probably won't in 4 episodes), coming back together isn't going to add anything new to where we left them. But I hope to be pleasantly surprised! I was so off with my latest theory that I'd love to be proven wrong about this one.

[whatiswhump]

Hydrotherapy pt. 3

Set earlier in the series after Hydrotherapy pt 1 and Hydrotherapy pt 2

-

Sean restrained himself from jogging down the long corridors to Alfie’s room after hearing what had occurred from the nursing staff. He wasn’t a man prone to anger but this- this would do it.

He was so caught up in his concern and utter frustration that he burst into the locked patient room.

Alfie flinched in surprise, awake enough to register the quickness of the entry.

Sean remembered himself and took a deep breath, he couldn’t let his anger show in front of Alfie. With a twist in his chest he conceded that the kid had grown so sensitive, so easily spooked, he wouldn’t understand and it would only rattle him.

“I’m sorry Fie, I didn’t mean to barge in here.” Sean supplied as a means to apologize on more levels than one, he typically knocked, a courtesy most staff members didn’t supply to the patients here.

“S’okay,” Alfred responded quietly and Sean noted with a cursory look that he had been recently sedated despite the fast reflex when he first entered.

“I just- I heard, about what happened… how are you feeling?”

Alfie looked to the floor for a moment, clearly embarrassed to be a victim once again, “I’m okay. But they came in last night and said I was screaming again.”

Alfie knew he didn't have to explain himself any further, his nightmares had been an ongoing supplication for sedation. The night staff really didn’t have a choice and then risk the sleep of other patients, rest was so vital for their stability after all.

“Well we can take it easy today, I could take you to the sun room, would you like that?”

Sean watched as Alfie’s eyes drifted back down to the floor absently. He hated to see him like this. 

“... Maybe later.”

“Sure, bud, is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable? We could go for a hot shower?”

His gaze darted back up to Sean, “No- please, I don’t want to do that.”

So water was a Big No. Noted. 

“Hey, no problem, you’re not scheduled for one, just want to help you feel warm enough,”

Alfie turned sheepish as it dawned on him how quickly his panic had escalated. This was Sean, he would be careful. He would be nice.

He began to finger the edge of the starched sheet as those thoughts churned through his mind leading to a question, “Sean?” he looked up again.

“Yeah?” Sean liked it when he had questions- was trying to communicate and sort things out. It was better than the days he didn’t.

“Do you know Dr. Grant?”

“Sure, he’s a good doctor. Why?”

Sean waited customarily for Alfie to sort through his thoughts and connect them with the necessary words, for anyone else it might be frustrating, but he just took the stalling period to take a seat on the side of the patient bed.

“Is he a…. Good person?”

Sean furrowed his brow for a moment, his patient had never asked a question like that.

“Um, I don’t know, I don’t know him all that well, but from what I can tell I’d guess yes?”

The concentrated look on Alfie’s face softened slightly, “Okay.”

Silence hung for a few moments longer before he tacked on, “He helped me… I want him to be- I don’t know.”

“Everyone here is supposed to help you, him included, it is what we are here for.”

Alfie just kept running his thumb over the hem of the sheet, eyes down.

“You would tell me if anyone ever didn’t do that, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded unconvincingly and for the thousandth time today, Sean felt a twist in his chest. Fie didn’t even seem like he should be here anymore, like he didn’t deserve any of this. Why couldn’t they just help him? It should be simple right?

At that moment, with a buzz and a click Cheryl let herself in.

“There you are! Good morning you, two. Sean I thought we’d get started on our medication rounds.”

“Morning Cheryl,” Sean turned his light back on to greet her, attempting to push down the worry that was threatening the edges of his mind.

“Alfred, how are you feeling this morning? Seems like you need a good rest after yesterday.” Her matronly tone was softer than normal.

Alfie only nodded but didn’t look up, practically drooping under some invisible strain.

“We’ll get you back right as rain buddy,” Sean started again with his characteristically cheery tone.

“That we will, just keep your head up,”

Alfie didn’t acknowledge the last few comments, instead closing his eyes for a few long seconds before opening them again.

Cheryl pursed her lips but didn’t seem surprised as she turned to fetch the morning’s dose from her cart just outside the door.

Sean, however, was disheartened that he wasn’t able to be of more help, he stood and looked back at the young man practically melting into the bed out of exhaustion.

But within the next second he realized Alfie didn’t just look tired. There had been a subtle shift since he had walked in, his patient’s pallor was tinged with unusual warmth dotting with more minute drops of sweat by the moment. Sean silently chastised himself for being so distracted by the topic of conversation to have not paid enough attention to Alfie’s physical state.

“Fie, can you look at me? You look- a little flushed, do you mind if I touch your forehead?”

His patient minutely shook his head no and closed his eyes. Sean held the back of his hand up and sure enough he was burning up.

“Oh Fie, when was the last time  a nurse checked on you? You’ve got one hell of a fever.”

Alfie blinked a few times, “I don’t know- I thought- it was the sedation.”

“We didn’t sedate him last night,” Cheryl piped up as she reentered with the meds.

He looked back at Sean, confused and uncertain.

“This isn’t good.”

Cheryl slowed down to really take a look at the patient for the first time that morning and her expression said it all. Suddenly she was jumping into action, a worrisome new urgency in her voice, “I’ll go let the doctor know and send another nurse over.”

She rushed out and Sean looked back at Alfie, he was so warm… Much too warm..

“Alfie, can you look at me? What are you feeling?”

Those big scared eyes blinked slowly at him, “I don’t-”

“-Sean, Cheryl sent me, what’s going on?” A new nurse, Tillie? maybe, flew into the room with a strict expression of determination.

“Something is wrong with Alfred, he’s burning up.” And declining by the second... Sean thought worriedly.

The nurse reached into her pocket and withdrew a thermometer she had been toting, “Mr. Finch, let me put this under your tongue.”

He didn’t open his mouth, instead his eyes grew foggy and distant again.

“Alfred, can you hear me?”

She moved forward, gripping his chin to open his mouth.

“Here, let me do it- I don’t want him to get scared,” Drowsy eyes lifted again to watch Sean approach, “Here, bud, I need you to cooperate, somethings wrong, I need to see how high your temperature is-”

Alfie just stared at him, Sean recognized this look, nearly vacant and getting further and further away. Something was very wrong.

But he didn’t resist when Sean slipped the instrument into his mouth and then gently held his jaw closed.

“Oh, god, he’s at 106, I’ve never seen that,” the nurse read in a hushed tone after a few moments.

Footsteps announced a new coterie of arrivals, Harris and Cheryl had returned.

“What’s going on here?” Harris looked at Alfie and then his staff.

“Sir, his temperature.. I’ve never seen it, it’s- 106,” The timid nurse answered.

Everyone in the room looked back to the patient, his eyelids were drooping again.

“He needs to stay awake and we have to bring his temperature down.” Dr. Harris announced to the group with a grimace, “Nurse Cheryl, go prep an ice bath as fast as you can and alert more orderlies to assist.”

“But sir, I don’t think we can get him into one without a sedative and we can’t use one with this high of a temp.”

“With a fever this high the first thing we need to do is get him in an ice bath, cool down the dangerously high core temp, then we can think about treatment once he’s stabilized. He doesn’t have a choice.”

“There’s no way we can do that to him again so soon.” Sean said almost to himself, not realizing that he was essentially talking back to the doctor’s orders.

“I understand, If we don’t get his temperature down soon, he’ll have permanent injury,” Harris glared at Sean.

Sean grimaced, no wonder Alfie was always so scared. How was he supposed to trust them when idiots were leaving him in ice baths for hours on end and then winding up with dangerously high fevers to just throw him back in? It wasn’t just irresponsible, it was downright cruel.

More orderlies arrived, and Sean knew Harris was right, there really wasn’t a choice.

Sean knelt down to him fading in and out on the bed, “Alfie- Fie, I need you to listen to me. Your temperature is way too high, if we don’t bring it down, bad things are going to happen, we don’t have a choice, we have to put you back into an ice bath.”

Fie’s eyes were practically rolling back in his head as he was clinging to consciousness, he didn’t seem to understand what Sean was trying to tell him. He was torn between hoping Fie was too out of it to realize what was happening versus being frightened that his delirium was a very very bad sign.

“Get him up,” Harris ordered.

The other men in white approached and they lifted him with no problem.

Alfie only clutched back to them, like he was afraid of being dropped.

They laid him on a gurney and rushed him down the hall at breakneck speed. As they turned a corner to enter the massive tiled institutional bathroom, a nurse rushed forward with crushed ibuprofen for Harris. He hurriedly fed it to Alfie, who did not resist and washed it down with a sip of water before backing away and nodding to the orderlies.

“I’m sorry Alfie,” Sean muttered as he helped to lift the kid off the gurney and deliver him to the tub. 

His eyes went wide at this, as he seemed to understand where he was, “NNNh-!!!!” He began to thrash in the men’s arms, there were four of them to be safe.

“This is for your own good, Alfred,” Harris reminded from above. 

They plunged him into the water and he began to shriek and claw wildly like a rabid animal, out of his mind with fear and confusion.

“Keep his whole body submerged!”

Water and ice cubes were sloshing out of the tub as he struggled but no one let their grips loosen, noises not words were coming out of the patient as his struggling began to slow, exhaustion pulling at his limbs.

“That’s it, good boy, let it happen.”

Alfie’s wild looking eyes scanned all of the people above, far too many, all watching him. After a few frantic moments Sean’s concerned face came into clarity.

Alfie now beginning to shiver, locked eyes and stared at him in desperation, not asking to be released but simply using Sean as an anchor, something to grab onto.

“Open his mouth, let’s see if the temp has gone down yet.”

Alfie blindly started looking around again, trying in vain to understand what was happening- what was being said... none of it was computing, only fear, frigid and raw. 

Anonymous hands wrenched open his jaw and a thermometer found its way in, another pair of hands held his head so that his mouth stayed closed around it, all the while, four men still held his limbs under the excruciating ice bath.

“Down to 102.”

Alfie then closed his eyes, not understanding the words that were being said, just hoping that this was all a nightmare.

-

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[where-theres-smoak-2]

Riverdale 4x17 Rewatch

So it’s been two years since the Hedwig musical episode of season 4 so I decided to rewatch the episode and it made me kind of nostalgic. I know alot of people hate the musical episodes but I actually really enjoyed 4x17. I liked the music for once and its the one musical episode where I have gone back and listened to the songs repeatedly over the last two years, I loved the attention that was given to Kevin and that Casey was given the opportunity to shine, and being a barchie shipper I loved all the barchie content we got too. There were just so many fun scenes in this episode. Some of my favourite moments were:

Kevin’s speech to Mr Honey the line ‘we are relentlessly slammed by crisis after crisis, and we take it and we are numb, yes, but also screaming on the inside.’ I remember this line hitting hard when I first watched it but it hits even harder now with the global situation at the moment and everything that’s happened over the last two years. 

I also loved his performance of Tear Me Down. His costume was amazing, I loved the look on Mrs Bell face when he was making the announcement over the tannoy, Cheryl blowing a kiss to Toni, Kevin kissing Archie, Kevin’s mike drop at the end, I just loved the energy of the whole thing. 

The sleepover and the wig in a box scenes were also great, I wish we got more scenes like it, where we see an assemble of the characters and see them actually acting like friends and comforting each other. I always enjoy the scenes that bring all or alot of the characters together. 

Okay the Sugar Daddy song did have a questionable topic and lyrics for a teenage girl to be performing and was not the best choice for Cheryl to use when trying to make a point to Mr Honey, but I can’t lie that choni did have some cute moments in that performance and the song is kind of catchy.

I also loved the scene where the whole school dressed up as Hedwig to support Kevin and confront Mr Honey. I mean damn did reggie in particular look good in that get up, I do wonder where the students got so many matching costumes and wigs though? 

The scene in the garage where Archie is talking to Betty about his dad also made me really emotional. Especially when he flashed back to that moment in season 1 where he got stage fright but seeing his dad gave him the courage to perform. I miss Fred and Luke Perry. 

The performance of Origin of Love was one of, if not my favourite performance in the episode, I love the longer studio release of it even more. The core four’s voices work together really well and think they all did a great job with the song. I also loved the barchie moments in this scene. I do think they were wrong for cheating, obviously, but also I can’t deny the scene was really well written and as someone who loved Barchie from the pilot episode I loved this scene and had been waiting for it for a long long time. The build up to the kiss was incredible with all the flashbacks to season 1 barchie and their kiss in season 2, it really built that nostalgia first and then you get the kiss and I remember when I first watched it I could hardly believe it had actually happened, I just kind of sat there in a bit of a daze staring open mouthed at the screen. 

That being said one clever thing the writers did was showing those conflicted emotions the characters feel right after. I mean the very next scene is where Betty and Jughead and Archie and Veronica are talking and making up after their fights and it really pulls you down from that high. I remember feeling very elated in the moment when Barchie kissed but then feeling really terrible and conflicted for both Jughead and Veronica because whilst I might not ship those ships I still care about Jughead and Veronica as characters and didn’t want to see them hurt, so it was a very conflicting feeling and I think it kind of puts you in the characters shoes because Betty and Archie I think were also feeling very much that way. There is alot of angst in those scenes but I happen to really enjoy angsty scenes, just as much as cutesy scenes. 

Whilst my favourite song to listen to is origin of love I will admit my favourite one to watch is Wicked Little Town Reprise. It’s my favourite scene in the whole episode and one of my favourite barchie moments. There’s just so much to it, there’s the regret from the pilot and from the cheating, there’s the longing, there are little glimmers of nostalgic happiness. There is just something so painful but also so romantic about the scene. I loved that they were both dressed in the same outfits from the pilot and the flashback to them dancing together. It was like they just wanted to travel back in time for a moment and play it out differently. The scene just looked so pretty too with the lights spinning around them and the LOVE sign in the background. 

The last performance, Midnight Radio, was an interesting one. As I said before I love scenes where the whole cast are there. The whole scene had this sense of unity where the whole town has come together and they are all joining in with the song. I loved the little choni moments in there and the serpents and Reggie getting a shout out. But there was also an underlying theme of divide too, within the core four. They are singing this song about coming together and you can see Betty and Archie throwing longing looks at each other and there are times where they are tense or uncomfortable and Jughead and Veronica have no idea and actually seem happy and relaxed which is a complete contrast to Betty and Archie. So its this interesting but weird contradiction going on, the conflicting themes of unity and coming together within the town as a whole but also the divide and the falling apart of the core four. It just made the scene a really interesting watch for me. But on a side note I did think them taking the performance to the roof was a bit odd. Was that suppose to be a call back to when Josie and the Pussycats performed Milkshake on the roof? 

Anyway, I can understand why some people didn’t enjoy the episode, if you don’t like musicals or the music in the episode or you don’t ship barchie, or Kevin isn’t your favourite character, I can understand it not being a favourite. But I actually really enjoyed this episode, I still enjoyed it rewatching it two years later. It’s kind of fun to go back and see how much the characters and relationship dynamics have changed, it did make me miss choni even more though I hope they come back soon. Also I did enjoy the music alot more in this one I don’t know if its because its a different style of music and it suits the actors more? So yeah after a rewatch I have concluded this episode is still my favourite musical episode so far. I wonder if the next one will top it or not? I’ve heard they are doing American Psycho and I’ll be honest I know very little about that musical, I think it has something to do with a serial killer?

[pasiveagressive]

Burning Questions // H.S.

So I know its been forever since I posted last, but I started a new job and have been exhausted, so sorry. I also know that there is some controversy surrounding Ellen right now but when inspriation strikes, you don’t say no.

Warnings: Language and slight smut implications?

“So we are going to be playing a little different tonight because we have a couple here and I just want to see how well they know each other.” Ellen announces while Harry sits beside her. “When I ask you a question just say the first answer that comes to your head. Okay ready?” Harry nods yes. “Boxers or briefs?”

He speaks without thinking,”What shape is a brief?” 

“A brief is-”

“Boxers  are like the swimming short?” he shows a length with his hands

“Yeah.”

“Briefs. Do I hit this?” he points to the big red button in front of him.

“Yep.” he hits it

“Briefs.”

“What are your three favorite parts on Y/N.” his eyes go wide 

“Um, eyes...smile...character.” he hits the button

“Aww.” Ellen says as the crowd cheers, Harry gives a little side smile.

“Thank you.” he says

“What is a lie you recently told Y/N?”

“Um that I wanted to play this game.” he hits the button. Ellen gives him a look and they laugh together.

“If you can’t sleep in the middle of the night what do you do?”

“Um…” He laughs “Um I meditate.” hits the button Ellen looks at him like he is lying but moves on.

“How old were you when you had your first kiss?” he thinks for a short moment

“Like kiss, kiss?”

“Yeah.”

“12, I think.” ding, he hits the button

“Ok, what is Y/N’s favorite pet name?”

 “That I gave her or that she calls me?” He questions.

“That you gave her.”

“Right, um, Angel?” 

“Who was your first celebrity crush?” 

“Uh, probably Jennifer Aniston, I think?” He hits the bell.

“What’s your biggest fear?” 

“Dying.” He answers right away 

“Dying?”

“Yeah, oh that was dark.” the crowd laughs as he scratches his neck in discomfort

“What about Y/N’s biggest fear?”

“Being alone, I think.” he says. Ellen nods her head

“Who is the most famous person in your phone?”

“I feel like I have to say Y/N?”

“Do you think she’s the most famous.” he grimaces 

“Not really?” 

“Then who beats your girlfriend?”

“James Corden.” he punches the button Ellen laughs, 

“Y/N’s gonna love that. Top or Bottom.” Harry's face goes beat red. 

“No comment?” he tries to hit the button but Ellen stops him.

“Uh, uh you answer the question Mister Styles.” he licks his lips

“Top.” he hits the button successfully this time.

“What would your signature fragrance be called?” Ellen questions

“Boxers or Briefs.” They laugh together and the crowd cheers

“What is Y/N’s guilty pleasure?”

“Oh, eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s at midnight in her underwear while watching reruns of Criminal Minds.” Ellen's jaw drops as he hits the bell

“Do you join her? This isn’t one of the questions I am just curious.” 

“Sometimes.” He smiles

“Okay what is your guilty pleasure.” he thinks for a moment

“Working out to One Direction.” the bell dings and the crowd laughs

“Have you ever been in handcuffs?”

“Yes.” Ding

“Name your favorite movie of Y/N’s.”

“Mama Mia.” Ding

“If you weren’t a singer what job would you want?”

“Y/N’s boyfriend.” everyone laughs

“When you are alone in a car what song do you play?”

“Cheryl Lynn Got to Be Real.” 

“Have you ever forgotten the lyrics to your own song while on stage?” he answers with no hesitation

“Yes.”

“You did a good job.” she turns to him. “Now we are going to bring out  the Mrs. and have her do it. You can go sit right there.” She points to the chairs where the interviews just took place.

“When I ask you a question just say the first answer that comes to your head and then hit that button. Okay?” Ellen asks and you say yes “Boxers or briefs?”

“Briefs.” the bell dings

“What are Harry’s three favorite parts on you.” You laugh 

“Oh god, he said something really cheesy huh? Um, my eyes, my hair and my ass.” You hit the button and the crowd goes wild

“So that is not what he said, however it was much more believable.” Ellen says

“Figures.” you respond and laugh

“What is a lie Harry recently told you?”

“Oh probably something stupid, like that he likes my outfit or something” 

“No he said that he wanted to play this game.” you crinkle your forehead. 

“This game is fun, what do you mean babe?” You look at him and he shakes his head “Whatever I am having fun,” you ring the bell “Next question.”

“If he can’t sleep in the middle of the night, what does hedo?”

“I have no idea I am asleep.” you slap the button and Ellen looks like she doesn’t believe you but lets it go

“How old was he when he had his first kiss?” you make a weird face

“I honestly don’t know… 13?” 

“Close, he said 12.” 

“Okay I do think I remember him telling me that.”

“Ok, what is your favorite pet name?”

 “Lovey.” you answer

“No that I call you.” Harry shouts

“Oh, that he calls me. Angel.” ding

“Who was Harry’s first celebrity crush?” 

“Uh, probably Jennifer Aniston?” ding

“What’s his biggest fear?” 

“Losing me?” you hit the bell and Ellen pulls a face

“Looks like someone is sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Why what did he say?” you question 

“Dying.” you shake your head

“No that's reasonable.” 

“Okay, what about your biggest fear?”

“Being alone.” you ding

“Who is the most famous person in Harry’s phone?”

“James Corden.” you roll your eyes and Ellen laughs, “I want to make it clear that he is certainly not but their bromance is unshakable.”

“Top or Bottom.” you feel your face heat up a bit

“Bottom.”

“What would Harry’s signature fragrance be called?” Ellen questions

“Something stupid...probably just like Styles or something.” everyone laughs as you hit the button

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

“Eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s at midnight while watching reruns of Criminal Minds.” Ellen's jaw drops as you hit the bell

“He got that exactly right. But did you leave something out?” You furrow your eyebrow thinking.

“Oh that I do it in my underwear?” the crowd cheers

“Okay what is his guilty pleasure.” 

“Working out to One Direction.” you say immediately, the bell dings and the crowd laughs

“Have he ever been in handcuffs?”

“Yes.” Ding

“Name his favorite movie of yours.”

“Oh lord, um Cinderella?”

“That is not what he said.”

“What is it then? Mama Mia?” Ellen nods her head

“If he wasn’t a singer what job would he want?”

“A florist. But he probably said something stupid.”

“When he is alone in a car what song does he play?”

“Cheryl Lynn, Got to Be Real.” no thinking needed. 

“Has he ever forgotten the lyrics to his own song while on stage?” 

“Oh for sure.” ding Ellen calls Harry over, you stand up so that he can sit down and then he pulls you on to his lap.

“You guys did pretty well.” you both smile

“I would hope so we have been together for 3 years.” you say the crowd cheers.

“Alright don’t go anywhere guys we will be right back.” Ellen says to the camera and the crowd applauds. 

“So what did you say for the job question bubba?” 

“Your boyfriend.” he laughs

“You are so dumb.” you shake your head

“Yeah but you love me.” you kiss him

“Yeah I do.” 

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

To summarise:

-Jughead -the writers’ self-insert- is tripping balls in this episode. Make of that what you will. 

-Glen is justifiably suspicious when Betty mentions another man just after their romp. He immediately pulls rank and declares “No Jugheads allowed”. It’s the war of the moustaches in Riverdale and we all know who’ll be winning. Did you unironically wear your suspenders down for 3 whole years, Glen? I didn’t think so.

-It’s Parent-Teacher Night at Riverdale. Only 11 parents are present, which makes sense, as only the Drama Teacher and the Football Coach are there.

-Veronica’s “For God’s sake, Chad, stop wasting my time!” should be a tag.

-Same goes for Nana Rose’s “We must pray for deliverance!”

-Literary agent Sam and his hot dog stand make an appearance.

-Smithers also makes an appearance. He’s still working towards that pension.

-Jughead has been doing Maple Mushrooms for inspo. He orders some from his New York dealer aptly named Speedy. I am outraged on Cheryl’s behalf that the Blossoms are not involved in this maple mushroom story line.

-You won’t believe it, but Polyporus or Cerioporus squamosus aka the maple mushroom aka the Dryad’s saddle (which is a very cool name) is actually not a hallucinogenic.

-Why, Reggie, you smooth old-ladykiller, bringing Nana Rose roses!

-Riverdale acknowledges the ridiculousness of who has and who hasn’t the serial killer genes. And by acknowledges, I mean: mentions.

-The F.B.I. according to Riverdale consists of: Charles the serial killer, Betty the almost serial killer and Glen the serial killer fanboy.

-A reporter from the New York Times informs Archie that General Taylor and one of his missions are under investigation. Once it is pointed out to him, Archie immediately suspects that he might have been part of something shady. 

-It turns out that Veronica thought that her husband might have crashed the helicopter she was in on purpose, but that, somehow, hasn’t been an issue for her before? If only she had a friend in the F.B.I. to help her investigate Chad’s shady business ...

-No one comes at Juniper and Dagwood’s Birthday Party, which is suspicious: was Jerry the only classmate they pushed down the stairs??

-Riverdale has only one prison and it belongs to Hiram, who sets all the prisoners free so that they can trash the town. The prisoners attack Riverdale High instead of taking the money and running, because they might be convicted murderers but they’re not thieves, dammit!

-Archie opts for an atmospherical mortal combat under the dusky emergency lights of RHS, instead of fixing the fuse box and then hunting down the escaped prisoners. Jughead’s artistic vein must be rubbing off on him. Jarchie foreshadowing for sure.

-All prisoners attack RHS? No! Charles and Chick visit the Coopers to get married with their family in the most extra wedding ever! Chick has even let his hair grow especially for the occasion. #relationshipgoals

-Glen, who turns out to be Charles’ nemesis from the Academy, shows up uninvited. If it’s one thing the Coopers cannot abide, it’s lack of manners.

-Mr Smith (that’s the one without the serial killer genes) provides Betty (who has the serial killer genes) with a deadly weapon. Betty sees her chance to stab Glen without ramifications and goes for it. She then stubs Chick. Nature vs Nurture: 1-0.

-Penelope delivers the most epic line ever uttered in Riverdale:

“Nightmare child, I have escaped that hideous prison and praise God that I did. Flames are encroaching upon Thornhill.”

-There’s not enough time for the Blossoms to both chase Minerva (and sacrifice her) and set up a satanic altar. They chose the latter.

-A crazy windstorm saves Thornhill but most of the grove has perished. Is it time for Cheryl to turn to the maple mushroom business?

-It’s too soon for a proper bughead reunion, so the writers have Jughead hallucinating sex with Betty. Her presence is enough for him to write the new chapter of his new book. It’s called The Transubstantiation. He promptly transubstantiates himself into thin air.

-Uncle Frank’s tostitos can’t hold a candle to Hiram Lodge’s doritos. Fact.

-By this time Toffee has probably gone feral in the woods. Odds are she’ll be the first to find Jughead. All hope for Toffee finally meeting Jughead is not lost!

One down. Nine more opportunities for the writers to hallucinate the next episode.

[theeternalblue]

maybe them meeting their daughters girlfriend, or their sons friends thinking veronicas hot when they go to their house, idk you pick

(I didn't edit this. Sorry for the mistakes)

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Archie asks as she follows Veronica around the kitchen he remodeled last summer with his own hands to distract himself from the imminent fact that his baby girl would be going to college and he was fast approaching his midlife crisis. Freddie mocked him and therefore he was punished into painting cabinets under Veronica’s ruthless quality inspection.

Veronica opens one food container her favorite caterer just dropped with some fancy-looking salad, and a smile grows on her face. There are several more filling the kitchen island.

“Because we want to have family time with our children and friends, enjoying homemade food.” She opens the next container with beet hummus, and she quietly adds, “and I don’t cook but we can always pretend.”

Snorting a laugh, Archie wraps his arms around her middle from behind and presses a kiss to her cheek. “You’re the best organizing and bossing people around, the Veronica Lodge brand. Besides, I’ll be manning the grill so we can count that as homemade.”

“You seem to forget I’m an excellent mixologist. One does not own a bar without learning a few tricks.” Veronica turns around in Archie’s arms, her eyebrow kinking up.

Archie leans closer to her, provoking a smile on her beautiful face, “We also swore we wouldn’t tell our kids about your entire business history and I wouldn’t tell a thing about my vigilante days.”

She giggles and makes a shushing gesture by placing a finger over her lips, before she rises on tiptoes to give him a kiss. It’s funny how after decades together, after a long marriage and children, she’s still fond of playing with his ears when she kisses him. Veronica’s nails rake the short hairs of the back of his head – where she claimed to have spotted a few gray hairs just last week.

Kissing his wife is certainly one of his favorite things – and it must be good for his blood pressure because it soothes him and has kept him sane for years. No one could blame him when he hums in delight from deep within his chest but of course they will anyway.

“Ew, Daddy, we have guests,” Audrey quips when she enters the kitchen, hand in hand with a slightly taller girl with red hair who is smiling in amusement.

“Shush, Addie. Just like you, I have the right to kiss my beloved. Even more so after more than thirty years.” Veronica pecks Archie’s lips once more to make her point.

Audrey chuckles and turns to her girlfriend. “So, BB, are your moms as disgusting as these ancient creeps?”

Bella Blossom might be Cheryl’s kid but she was raised by Toni as well, so instead of making a snide remark, her eyes widen and she stares at her girlfriend’s parents not knowing what to say.

“Watch it,” Archie warns with a lopsided grin and winks at the girls. “We’re happy you can join us for lunch today, Bella.” He walks past them, dropping a kiss atop Audrey’s hair, making her giggle.

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews.”

Oh, how he dislikes being Mr. Andrews. Is there anything else that can make him feel older? Only the way his knee hurts when he hits the gym and he doesn’t warm up.

As he makes his way outside to the backyard deck, Archie hears Audrey teasing Veronica about her home-cooked meal. It’s a running joke in the family how each time the kids had a bake sale, Veronica spent more money buying pastries than the school made selling them.

Burgers are almost done when Cheryl and Toni arrive. This time he’s not lucky and gets a few of those Cheryl Blossom’s snarky remarks while Toni makes damage control because Bella seems upset to see her mumsy being insufferable.

“I sometimes wonder what you did in your past life to have this kind of karma,” Jughead comments before taking a sip of his beer. “Lodges, Blossoms…”

“Bears,” Munroe jests but Archie doesn’t pay much attention to his friends when he spots three of Freddie’s friends looking at his wife too intensely for his taste.

It’s a known fact Veronica was deemed the hot mom years ago when Audrey started high school, and even before that when she was teaching and she was the hot teacher. She always tells him he can’t complain because the same thing happened to him – well, tough luck, because he hasn’t noticed other people lusting after him.

He hands the spatula and grill fork to Jughead so he can take care of the barbecue without thinking. Fortunately, Munroe decides to help instead when he sees the panic etched on the writer’s face.

“Hey, guys,” Archie greets the teenage boys huddled in a corner, with a smile that makes his face hurt. He’s never been good at pretending. “Do you want a beer?” An easy test to fail for a group of fifteen-year-olds. And they are boys, so they hesitate before one of them makes the right choice by meekly shaking his head.

With a humorless laugh, Archie smacks the shoulders of two of them, with much more force than needed. “Good choice. But you must be thirsty. Were you thinking about having a drink?” He tries, this time looking at his wife pointedly. But again, these teenage kids won’t take a hint.

Veronica is serving a cocktail and chatting with Cheryl. When she feels his gaze on her, she winks at Archie and makes a simple gesture to beckon him.

Just then Freddie returns to his friends, holding a bowl of sweet potato chips and baba ganoush – because this kid might be a carbon copy of Archie’s dad but he definitely has Veronica’s sense of style and palate.

“Kid, your friends are thirsty,” Archie says without preamble and because this is Veronica Lodge’s son, he knows it will take Freddie less than a second to pick up what he means. One look shot at the bar, the tilt of his head, an arched eyebrow and… “You should be a good host.”

Freddie has a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. I’ll get you something, and then I can tell you how in my family as a rite of passage in our family you must fight a bear–”

“Freddie–” Archie’s eyes widen. Veronica hates that story. She absolutely loathes it to the point Jughead enjoyed irking her by giving teddy bears to the children for their first birthdays. “Don’t”

“Why not? I thought you’d like for them to know you fought a bear, were in the army, worked as a firefighter, and in construction so you basically know how to kill them and make them disappear in hundreds of ways and no one would find them.” Then he turns sharply and stares at his friends. “Also, I advise you to stop looking at my mother because let’s face it, you think you’re good-looking but you’re not. She’s smarter than the three of you put together. Richer than everyone else in town. And with beauty only good genes I inherited can give.” He sighs. “So, unless you fought a bear, is there anything that makes you stand out in this place?”

“Dude,” one of Freddie’s friends mutters. It feels like this talk was a bit harsh, but Freddie also hated when Audrey’s friends flirted with Veronica.

“I know! Sad. I go to therapy because living under my parents’ shadow is unbearable,” Freddie replies, which is a lie. This boy is a Lodge in the body of an Andrews – and it’s scary.

When Archie makes his way to Veronica, he immediately wraps an arm around her and pulls her close to bury his nose in her hair.

“What?” she laughs at his childish gesture.

“Our children scare me,” Archie confesses.

“You realized it just now?” Veronica leans against his side, enjoying his hold on her.

“No, but I hate having more proof.”

She chuckles and soon cackles when he tells her what happened.

“Think about this, at least Freddie didn’t lock me in the supplies closet at school like Audrey did when her classmates ogled you on her eighth-grade talent show.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Broken Mirror: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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“What the hell was that? Why did he say that he knows what to do next? Is he gonna hurt my daughter?” Evan was the first to speak.

“He was grandstanding.”

“You don't know that. You--you can't possibly know that.”

“Mr. Davenport, I have learned more in the last five minutes than in the last twenty-four hours.”

“Oh, really? Well, I don't understand. Why is he focused on you right now?”

“Because we are interfering in his relationship with the girls,” you answered.

“He said he knows all about you.”

“He profiled us, Mr. Davenport.”

“Why would he do that?” Cheryl asked.

“To show us how smart he is.”

“Often times the best profilers are the unsubs themselves. They're the ones able to walk into an arcade full of children and pinpoint the boy or girl that can be led out quietly,” Spencer explained.

“But he made a mistake, because he gave us something he didn't expect,” you smirked, looking at the other agents in knowing.

“Which is?”

“He told us how to find him,” Gideon smiled.

Of course, right when the calls ended, Vincent shows up and pretends like he has Evan’s back. The glares coming off of you were very strong as he moved about the house as if he didn’t have Trish locked away somewhere nearby.

“You said you knew how to find him, that you were gonna save my daughter. Why don't you get out there and do something? What are you--Everybody's standing around here, looking--”

“Mr. Davenport--”

“Don't condescend to me. Don't patronize me,” he interrupted Gideon.

“Evan, Evan, Evan,” Vincent swooped in to save the day. “Everybody is doing the best that they can. Come on. Come on. Take a break, come on.”

“For the suspect to know that much about us he has to be one of us,” Derek said.

“I'm gonna have Garcia do a search of the New Haven FBI field office. The guy we're looking for knows this house and knows the family.”

“There's seven hundred agents in New Haven and another seventy in satellite offices. Davenport knows quite a few of them,” Spencer spit out.

“While we're narrowing the list, Cheryl can't stay here. If he's one of us, he has access and weapons, and you bet he's got a strategy.”

“So who can we trust?” Derek asked.

“No one. We need to get Cheryl to a safe house.”

“And limit the amount of agents she comes in contact with.”

“Don’t let it be Vincent,” you whispered to Hotch when Gideon moved about the room to select who would go with Cheryl to the safe house.

“Look,Y/N--”

“I don’t care if you believe in what I can do or not, but I know something is wrong with him. I don’t mean to disrespect you or anything like that, but all I’m asking is that you have a little faith. Can you do that? For me?” you asked, begging the older agent with your eyes.

Apparently it didn’t matter what you said because Vincent went with Cheryl, Derek, Elle, and a few others. Hotch tried to make the point that Elle and Derek would be there, but you didn't stay to listen. You were angry at the fact that despite what Derek said about you being part of the family, no one was treating you as such. Hotch said you were on the team, but he wasn’t making you feel like it at all which is what bothered you the most. The only thing you could do without jeopardizing your career was sit with Spencer and monitor what could be controlled. As soon as Elle and Derek arrived at the safe house, she called you since she thought of something important. Placing the phone between yours and Spencer’s ear, you let him listen in. It was better than putting her on speakerphone to let everyone know what you three were talking about.

“They did a bug sweep right when we arrived.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Yet, the unsub seems to know all about us. Hey, Reid, do you know what non-local interaction is?”

“What are you getting at?” he asked.

“How can he be holding Trish prisoner, and still know exactly what we're talking about?” she wondered.

“I know what you're saying. It seems like he knows what's going on here the moment that it happens.”

“It’s what I’ve been saying this entire fucking time,” you hissed quietly.

“There's gotta be a listening device.”

“They swept the room when we got here,” Spencer stated.

“Then they brought in their own equipment.”

“Gideon, come here,” you announced. Once the older agent approached, you voiced Elle’s opinion. He decided the best thing to do was to do a bug sweep on the new equipment, and low and behold, there was a bug placed inside their machine. Looking at Hotch, you didn’t say anything but the look in your eyes was enough.

“Agent Shyer called you by your first name,” Gideon said to Evan. “You know him that well? He works out of the New York field office.”

“I know his father. We've met socially on occasion.”

“Has he been here before?”

“A few times. Why?”

“He’s the one that has Trish and you handed Cheryl over on a silver platter,” you announced.

“Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?” Hotch asked, bringing you to the side.

“Look--”

“I don’t appreciate how you’ve been acting lately. I know you’re new to this, but we work together as a team.”

“I get it, Hotch. I’m new and I can do things you’ve never seen before. I truly don’t mean disrespect, but I’ve been living with this… thing… my whole life. Never once has it let me down. I’d like to think that my teammates have my back when I tell them who our unsub is. You want to punish me for being a little frustrated, fine, but please consider what I have to say next time so we can avoid all of this.”

“We’ll talk more about this when we get back to the office,” he said with a stern tone, leaving your side to go help save Trish and Cheryl since Derek wasn’t answering his phone.

Once Cheryl was found unharmed, Vincent gave the location of Trish which wasn’t far from Evan’s house, just like you said. When Hotch saw Vincent in cuffs and both young girls fine, he apologized for not listening to you, and you apologized for not handling things better. There was no need for a conversation once Hotch promised he would work on believing you when you tell him things.

The family of three were reunited, and you stood by Spencer and Gideon’s side to watch their happiness. Trish was taken away on a stretcher, and Cheryl and Evan went with her in the ambulance.

“Hey, how did Elle get Shyre to give us Trish's location?” Spencer asked.

“I imagine she found some creative way to persuade him.”

“What do you think--”

“You know, you just don't need to ask so many questions. Let's just enjoy the moment,” Gideon interrupted, making his exit.

“I have a question for you,” you said, turning to face him. “What did our date mean? I mean, I don’t want to be one of those girls who demands a relationship or whatever, but I just wanted to know if it’s something you want to do again? Maybe we can do something you want to do. I can’t imagine sitting through four hours of horror movies with me sleeping on your shoulder would be considered a fun time.”

“I actually do have something in mind. Do you know Russian?”

“No, but I’d be willing to learn for you. Photographic memory so I can’t forget it,” you told the truth, knowing what he wanted to do was to watch a film in Russian. You didn’t know a lick of Russian, but if it would make him happy then you would do it.

“There is a showing of my favorite movie this weekend. Do you want to go with me?”

“It’s a date,” you grinned.

"When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness." - Euripides

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Trippin

Requested: Yes - Hey are requests still open? If so do you think you could so one where it's a Jughead or Sweet Pea x reader where the reader is usually super clumsy, so he's usually prepared to save them and stuff, But the reader gets a pair of heelys and he doesn't find out until he sees the reader holding onto one their friends jackets or back packs running through the halls?

A/N: I hope y’all love this. I really love the way it turned out so I hope you do too.

WC: 1845

Sweet Pea’s POV

5 months ago I noticed Y/N for the first time. We were friends, always had been. Walking home from Pops with Fangs on my left and Y/N to my right. We were making our way to our trailers on the Southside. After a long week of school, Pops was our escape. No care in the world we were walking aimlessly along the stone sidewalks and uneven ground. Y/N stepped up and must have mistook how high or uneven the ground was and somehow I instinctively saw her falling as I reached out and grabbed the end of her backpack. I grabbed on to it as she screamed, but I stopped her from falling before she could hit the ground.

“Ahhhh!, What the…!” I lifted her back up placing her onto her feet.  

“How did you...?”

“I dunno” She looked at me before turning back and running into her trailer as we soon made our way into Sunnyside Trailer park.

The second time we were waiting for a meeting. An emergency Serpent meeting had been called and luckily I was in the area, I texted Y/N about it and she was on her way running from her job on the Northside. She was trying to get there as fast as she could but the meeting had to start before she arrived. I heard a bike pull into the lot upstairs, and I heard pounding down the steps, and again I felt that instinctive feeling. I opened the door as she came barreling in landing in the booth in front of her. I went back over and stood next to Fangs as she collected herself, slipping out of her work vest and putting on her Serpent jacket.

“You know if you hadn’t opened that door she would have run face-first into it right?”

“Nah, Fangs she would’ve…”

“Bro did you see how fast she was running”

“But…”

“You two have some weird psychic shit going on or something”

“I don’t know Fangs”

“Hey, guys!” I turned to see Y/N’s makeup done, Serpent Jacket on, beautiful. I saw her.

The third time was when I saw her clumsiness once again, her goofiness, as she was running late to a class, running down the hallway full speed. She turned a corner running straight down the hallway as she turned the corner too sharp and came barrelling towards the lockers, but instead she came towards where I was standing and barreled straight into my chest as I fell and she fell right on top of me.

“Pea oh my god are you ok!”

“Date me”

“What, did you hit your head?” she started standing up as she grabbed my hand “C’mon we gotta bring you to the nurse, get up you big oaf” I started standing but I pulled her back down and put my hand on her cheek waiting for her to react before I did anything.

“I’m serious” I brought my lips to hers slowly. She bit her lip as I pulled away.

“Okay”

“Is that a yes…?”

“Yes Pea, i'll go on a date with you” we were a we

The fourth time was months later, finals had just finished and we were finally graduating. Cheryl was throwing her end of the year bash. Red solo cups everywhere, kids trying to play with the various vases and China that Thistlehouse had locked away. Cheryl yells every 5 seconds for someone to put something down, and Toni follows behind her to calm her down. The normal things that always went on. I couldn’t find Y/N though. I had lost her as she wandered away midway through the party and went with Toni and Fangs as they pulled me away for a game of beer pong. I heard everyone screaming shouting a bunch of “Do it’s” and “yes’s” and “you got this'' from various areas of the party until I looking up and saw Y/N. She was on the small roof of the Thistlehouse guest house, where a couch had been placed, standing on it, dangerous as it was for her clumsiness. Aside from that, she was trying to jump into the pool that stood below her.

“Y/N what are you doing!”

“Hi babyyyyyy”

“Y/N baby get down” I didn’t care that she had fun. That was not my worry, my worry was her and the danger she was in at the moment. I saw her ready to jump, luckily the building was fairly short, I could climb up right now, I knew if she would jump I could catch her, or her falling I could do the same. I had Fangs and Jug come up behind me as a backup, as she jumped I stood underneath watching as she jumped directly down completely missing the pool that Jughead thought she was going to hit the edge of, which caused him to fall in, while she landed directly into my arms.

“Oh nooooooo, Juggy”

“Its okay princess”

“Fangs can you help him while I get her home”

“Course” the 5-minute walk to the truck felt like the calmest moments of my life, her and me the trees and woods surrounding us and the sounds of the birds singing. Her head nuzzled into my chest. I felt love.

And now we’re here month 5, and on the 5th month with the love of my life. We both started working at the Wyrm, shifts on the weekend covering bar shifts. We were the only two who apparently knew each other’s movements well enough to work together efficiently and timely enough in the confined space of the bar. But this night, in particular, she was trying to impress Fangs and Toni. She had been learning some bar tricks from Tik Tok and wanted to show them a few of the moves. She was doing good and all, until one I knew wasn’t gonna end well.

“Fangs, T, wanna see a cool trick?”

“Yeah Y/N do it”

“Yeah, I wanna see” I watched the bottle swing up as it was about to land on her head, the spin not quite right on the bottle, she ducked down as the bottle was coming close to her head, I hadn’t even heard anything as I was talking to a customer but I knew. I reached upright as I turned around. Stepping right in front of her catching it before it could even come close to hitting her as everyone around us cheered. She grabbed my hand standing back up again.

“Thanks”

“Anytime” we stared into the eyes of each other, for some reason I didn’t wanna look away. As her lips came to mine slowly.

“Marry me”

“What!”

“I’ll do this again in a fancier way I promise, but… marry me”

“No”

“What?”

“No, I mean I don’t need the fanciness, I just know, Yes Pea!, It’s a yes”

“Its a yes!”

“Mhm” Everyone around us cheered once again. The happiness running through me. She was my person. The connectedness I felt for her I never felt for anyone. The constant clumsiness that she had that always made me laugh. The extra change of clothes I kept in my car because she always spilled food or coffee down the front of herself, not to mention all the coffee that she spilled in my truck on our morning coffee runs. Or even the amount of times I’ve watched her phone drop on her face in the middle of the night and had to kiss it better. Or the hundreds upon thousands of times she's fallen up the stairs. Those are the things I love about this girl. But what I love most is the way I can catch her when she falls, the way I know when she is gonna run into a door and I can open it for her, or even when I can be that barrier and break that fall for her. I can be that cushion that she needs. I love her. I want to marry her.

5 months later we had our wedding, Yeah, it wasn’t a long time to plan, but we didn’t need long. It was small and intimate. I stood at the front of the aisle, the flowers surrounding me as I waited for her to walk down. Our favorite song playing in my ears because she didn’t want to walk down the aisle to the traditional here comes the bride. Fangs was gonna be the one to walk her down, her father, a serpent had been killed years ago on a job, Fangs had been there for her as a brother since she was a kid. A brother to me as well, I was ready. Ready to take this beautiful woman as my wife. Our officiant standing behind me ready to make this whole thing official. FP standing off to the side as support as one of my groomsmen along with Jughead, Fangs my best man once he was done walking her down. Her side consists of Betty, Cheryl, and Toni.

I heard the song start, the music playing as everyone took their seats and began to quiet down. The nerves are beginning to rack through me. FP smacking me on the back as he came and stood behind me. I shook out my arms as I brought my hands together.

The doors shot open as Fangs came running in Y/N holding onto his back *I was wondering why had such a long aisle* She let go soon as Fangs whipped her forward, as she came barrelling towards me, she had a short white poofy dress on. Almost cupcake-like. And I looked to her feet to see Heelys. DaNgER was all I thought to myself. She just kept going as she came barreling into my arms as I caught her and helped her stand upright.

“Fancy meeting you here”

“Oh yeah?”

“Thought I’d make us meet the same way we always do”

“Mmm oh yeah baby, just wanted to live in danger, add a little clumsiness to the wedding huh, you’re the clumsiest person I know so I think you’d do that anyway”

“Hey!” she smacked me on the chest as I leaned down kissing her on the cheek before helping her up onto the step by the officiant. Toni handed Y/N her regular bottoms to the Heelys so that she could wear them as normal sneakers for the rest of the night. The wedding went by smoothly as vows were exchanged and the kiss. The best kiss of my life. I stepped down the stairs about to take her hand but she decided to come down tripping as she did until I caught her so she wouldn’t fall.

“See… clumsy, I look over for five seconds and you end up like this...”

“Hey… well, now you’re married to clumsy MR!”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way Princess” I kissed her before helping her stand up straight, grabbing her hand as everyone clapped and blew bubbles as we exited down the aisle.

[heiterbroward]

Used to be shyyyy...I never knew whyyyy (only real ones will get it)

Um...anyone else feel like this ep had quite a few things wrong with et? Like for starters, there's Alice...she can do nothing right and this episode proves no different! Always crying on Betty's shoulder and never offering any kind of emotional support back. Toxic parenting 101...your kid isn't your therapist. Also loved how she spent the whole time at graduation crying over FP instead of being happy for Betty or letting her enjoy her own graduation. She acts like a kid! Like can't you regulate your emotions and be strong for Betty ever? Not saying the reason Betty bottles everything up is bc she learned she couldn't count on any parental figures in her life for support but...yeah <3.

Plus who cares about FP that much that his send-off has to take up so much time? Hurry up! If I was Hermione, I'd be like "cool...he gets that, but my send off is a joke!" And love how Jellybean's main motive was not wanting to lose Jughead, but then when she left she didn't even say bye to him lol.

Also am I supposed to think it's cute or heartfelt to watch Hiram see Veronica graduate or Alice see Betty graduate? When they did nothing to help them reach this milestone and, in fact, did nothing but cause them trauma, exhaustion, and misery! At least Penelope always serves bc despite being a horrible parent, the show doesn't try to make me root for her or act like she's redeemed - you know, like it does w Alice! But enough about my confront character smh.

Meanwhile, anybody else find Elizabeth's speech kinda whack? Plus Jarhead saying they were cursed by the town or something? Bc in the Heathers ep, the message was that they wanted to be normal kids. But then in the Killing Mr. Honey ep, they all got mad when he was going on about the town being bad and basically said "yeah, and what about it? That's just how it is and how we are!" But now this episode is going back to the first message of them not being okay with the town's darkness...like are they okay with it or not? Or is it only untrue when Mr. Honey says it? Can we have a little consistency plz?

Anyway, everybody raise a glass to Cheryl who was actually a human this ep! Thank you, Mr. Burns, for doing the bare minimum. So annoying though when Toni tried to say that she would skip college bc Cheryl did...like stop, Robert M's actually trying to help ya'll not be codependent for once! Hopefully TT gets a personality in season 5.

The cheating storyline? A mess! First of all, you already know it's bad when I have to defend Jughead. But seriously, that whole scene of them in the bedroom was so weird. Betty still didn't seem like she was gonna tell him the truth and only spilled the beans when Jughead made a comment about how Varchie had been acting off lately...bc she figured out that Archie told V the truth and prob wanted to get ahead of the situation and tell Jughead before Archie told him or he found out some other way. Not a good look for her to be honest only when she's cornered...kinda makes it look like you just wanna save face and keep things the same on your terms despite the truth. And, like Archie, she undermined the situation and said they only kissed once even though they also had an emotional affair and were seriously considering leaving J and V to be together.

Also didn't like that Betty tried to hurry up and kiss Jughead right after admitting she cheated, and just when he was about to say something, she cut him off w another kiss. It came off like she was trying to hurry up and resolve the situation and to comfort him with sex. And didn't ya'll hate on Veronica for comforting Archie w sex after Fred got shot? These kids need to learn how to communicate smh. Instead of patching it up w sex, maybe Betty could ask Jughead how he feels about all this or let him know he has a right to be upset. Or maybe Jughead could ask Betty why she kissed Archie in the first place. It's not okay just bc "you didn't mean to hurt me and Veronica." Like duh...how many people cheat w the specific intention of hurting their SO? That doesn't make it okay. The only reason I can think of for Jeronica avoiding asking Barchie what the kiss meant is that they're scared to hear the answer...if Barchie has even self-reflected enough to come up w an answer (prob not). Anyways...idk why Jughead went along w it, but yeah. They also said they would talk about their relationship after they came home from sending off Archie, but then why didn't they talk about it for like weeks afterwards? Also where was Charles? Like did he get arrested or???

Speaking of saving face, the Beronica scene was also weird. Like if I was Betty and Veronica said "I can't be mad at you," I'd be like "yes...you can." And I've seen people try to spin this as being a feminist moment bc Beronica doesn't let a boy come between them or something, but it's funny how that logic only applies when it benefits Betty. Like it's okay for Betty to be mad when Varchie kissed in season 1 when she wasn't even dating Archie, but Veronica is obligated to be "mature" when Betty kisses her boyfriend of 4 years. Where's the mutual respect and empathy in this friendship? And I like Betty, but this is just annoying! Instead of the show letting Betty and Archie deal w reasonable consequences for their direct actions, they will be able to avoid consequences for their interpersonal mistakes but instead be dealt their karma by the universe throwing ten million traumatic events at them. Stop!

Like why is Jeronica dealing with the brunt of the emotional burden from this storyline when Barchie should be dealing with it by taking accountability and explaining exactly what happened w full transparency instead of undermining it and being grateful that Jeronica decided not to be mad? If I were Barchie, I would encourage them to say how they really felt even if it made things harder for me. But for some reason, the appearance of good relationships on this show is worth more than actually building good relationships. Hashing this all out would at least create more honesty and authenticity in these relationships, even if it caused a rift that needed to be resolved gradually. Instead, the relationships seem hollow bc they're built on dishonesty bc everyone is so desperate to pretend everything is normal for one last day...kind of sad actually.

And clearly there must be some resentment deep down if they all actually go on to not talk for seven years. Like did Jeronica just think "I'll just keep the peace for one more day bc then I won't have to talk to these people anymore anyway." Same vibe w the couples. Didn't Barchie not wanna be together bc they didn't want to lose Jughead and Veronica? But then when they actually lost them anyway, they seemed to not care that much or to fight to stay together. Like ya'll might as well have just gotten together in the bunker that day if that's the case bc all hiding it did was make everything worse.

I thought Varchie's post-break up weirdness was bad...girl, Bughead couldn't even look at each other! The reactions of Bughead and Varchie didn't really seem like the reactions of people who were very in love and had to break up - they seemed like the reactions of people who fell out of love long before they officially broke up and still cared about each other but were just...exhausted and ready for it to end and get a fresh start. I guess you could say approaching things this way leaves it unresolved, but imo a blowout fight would've left it more unresolved bc then at least you would see the emotions everyone had toward each other instead of this emotionless slop.

This approach didn't really give Jeronica a reason to ever look at Barchie again tbh, but I guess they'll solve that problem by making Jughead an alcoholic w a bad relationship and Veronica in a controlling marriage so that when they do exes to lovers Barchie will look like the better options by default. Like why not make Barchie work for it by putting Jeronica in good relationships and in good places in life and then seeing if they still want to get back together w Barchie? Then at least it would be an actual choice and not just Jeronica relying on Barchie to be the only light in their lives and the source of their self esteems. Stg Barchie better just date after the time jump and not avoid confronting their feelings by flinging headfirst into new sources of trauma (FBI and Army). Oy! And Brett didn't even live to see Forsythe graduate...pour one out 😔.

P. S. Why did Mary rush to sell the house? Like damn, she must have been in a hurry to get back to Chicago. That's the house Archie grew up in...maybe he wanted to save some memories of his childhood and Fred. Oh well, I guess! Anybody know if Penny Peabody is still alive?